#seongwoo romance

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( ooc: +18 ) Os fãs não param de falar disso! Parece que Yoon Minki/Minki Dang-Blanchette, mais conhecido como Yoon Minki, entrou para as redes sociais, sabia? Dizem que ele parece tanto com o Kim Younghoon! Ele nasceu em 09/09/1995 na cidade de Jeju, Coreia do Sul e atualmente tem 26 anos. Ele trabalha como trainee com foco em vocal na Cultural Media, deve ser muito talentoso… Ah, você quer seguir ele? Procura por @uv_minki e fica de olho nas novidades.

DEMAIS INFORMAÇÕES.

Etnia: coreano.

Personalidade: A determinação é uma das características mais fortes de Minki, ele nunca desiste do que se propôs a fazer e, às vezes, isso é mais um defeito do que uma qualidade, já que ele não sabe a hora de desistir quando algo está dando errado. Depois de tantas dificuldades, Minki se tornou alguém que lida bem com coisas ruins, as tornando rapidamente em piadas, por ter saído tão cedo da escola, a "burrice" acadêmica também é uma característica marcante dele.

Trainee desde: 2009~2010 em MBK Ent, 2017 em Rainbow Ent (empresa falsa) 2020~2021 em F4M e desde 2022 na Cultural Media.

Limitações/dificuldades: Com os anos de treinamento e experiência que já passou, era de se esperar que Minki restasse apenas com as dificuldades mais difíceis de serem resolvidas: na dança, apesar de poder considerado um idol dançarino mediano, ele ainda é um pouco duro e tem dificuldade com expressões, o que também afeta sua atuação, o tornando um ator difícil de trabalhar, Minki também não passa de um rapper mediano, apesar de conseguir copiar a maioria dos rappers ao fazer covers ou se apresentar, em 13 anos de experiência, Minki ainda não tem a sua "cor" no rap, em produção, apesar de já ter feito muitas, suas músicas são sempre conhecidas por soarem genéricas e não terem uma marca própria, em modelagem Minki já é uma negação; Dificuldade em modelagem, mediano em quase tudo exceto vocal.

Fofocas/rumores:

Minki já foi fotografado diversas vezes próximo a Bonnie, integrante do Nephentes, o que já gerou rumores de namoro bem controversos devida a diferença de idade dos dois, por Minki não ser muito famoso, esses rumores nunca foram levados a sério e nenhuma empresa se deu ao trabalho de esclarecer que os dois são irmãos.

É dito que por todas as empresas que Minki já passou, ele sempre foi do tipo de ajudar os outros trainees com as suas dificuldades, é dito que por isso que, mesmo com os 13 anos de experiência, Minki não teve tempo de treinar todas suas dificuldades.

Alguns fãs reclamam até hoje com a Culture que ela não deveria aceitar um trainee tão velho, aí da mais quando seu tempo para ter que servir ao exército está tão próximo.

Trabalhos:

Como solista (passado): Pose - Kino

Trabalhos em atuação: Long Time No See (Gi Tae - 2017); Love After School (Bang Myung Rok - 2017); Monkey and Dog Romance (Lee Seongwoo - 2018); My Ex Diary (Kang Min - 2018); All-Boys High (Nam Goo - 2019)

Músicas que produziu (outras pessoas podem usar): Crush - Seventeen Devil By The Window - TXT A Song Written Easily - ONEUS After Like - IVE Maverick - The Boyz Roar - The Boyz Thrill Ride - The Boyz Bomba - Kai Jelly Pop - Boys Planet Shall We Dance - Block B Golden Hour - Mark

BACKGROUND/HEADCANONS.

TW: Menção a abuso psicológico, machismo (violência contra a mulher) e breve menção a rumores de pedofilia/incesto.

Nascido Yoon Minki, filho de uma ex-modelo de passarela e um CEO de uma marca de comida instantânea, o garoto desde cedo mostrava o amor que tinha pelos palcos e pela atenção, então não era surpresa para ninguém que um dia tentaria se tornar alguém famoso, o que ninguém pensava é que sua vida seria tão conturbada. Sua mãe e seu pai se divorciaram quando o garoto tinha 5 anos, a guarda ficando apenas com sua mãe e fazendo o garoto perder 100% o contato com o pai graças ao comportamento violento do mais velho com a família.

Com apenas 15 anos, em 2010, Minki fez seu primeiro debut, sendo um dos primeiros idols de 1995 a debutar, parecia promissor e Minki adorava a atenção que recebia dos hyungs, mas o investimento no grupo era baixo e os lucros eram quase ínfimos, para não dizer negativos, e a empresa foi obrigada a anunciar o disband do grupo sem nem mesmo um comeback. Apesar do tempo curto, o grupo também foi teve um passo importante na vida pessoal do garoto: o CEO de sua empresa era grande amigo de um estilista vietnamita que vivia na Coreia do Sul e este ajudou nos figurinos do grupo, essa conexão pouco tempo se tornou algo mais forte quando o estilista se tornou seu padrasto e Minki se tornou Minki Dang-Blanchette adotando o sobrenome do padastro e ganhando uma irmã mais nova.

Como artista, o garoto continuou a usar o nome "Yoon Minki", sem revelar a relação com a nova família, com medo que o sobrenome complicado poderia roubar oportunidades. Ele não desistiu do sonho, pulando de empresa a empresa como trainee por anos. Chegou a participar de realities como Produce 101 season 2, mas suas posições quase sempre eram baixas, sendo eliminado nos primeiros episódios. Em uma empresa, chegou até debutar como solista em 2017 e o sonho parecia estar dando certo nos primeiros dias, mas seu tão sonhado debut só durou uma semana, o CEO de sua empresa foi acusado de fraude fiscal e após a prisão da figura mais importante da empresa não demorou muito para também declararem falência. Apesar do fracasso, o debut auto produzido chamou atenção de outras empresas que começaram a contratá-lo como produtor e, apesar de não ser seu sonho, ele viu como uma oportunidade de conseguir mais visibilidade para seu trabalho, sua beleza também chamou atenção de diretores pequenos que começaram a chamá-lo para trabalho de atuação em pequenas empresas. Foi produzindo para outras empresas e atuando que, em 2020, o garoto foi notado pela F4M, se tornando uma trainee, devido ao seus anos de treinamento e experiência ele já era alguém conhecido como "All rounder" e isso chamou a atenção de muitas pessoas, que esperavam ansiosamente pelo debut dele e juraram que ele seria parte integrante do Redlhg, mas, por algum motivo, talvez sua idade ou o fato da sua proximidade estranha com uma das integrantes mais novas do Nephentes que gerou rumores, o debut nunca veio.

Levado pela determinação - e também pelo fato que não havia completado o ensino médio em busca do sonho, que Minki continuou tentando audições até seu histórico como ator chamar atenção em uma audição pela Cultural Media e, em 2022, ele se tornar parte integrante da empresa como trainee.

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Call The Shots

Prompt: #21 for @miracloud – “I need a place to stay.”

Pairing: Ong Seongwoo x female reader

Genre: romance

Warnings: suggestive content

Word count: 504

You stared at the man standing in your doorway, blinking a couple of times. He smiled at you, though you couldn’t trust such a gesture. You knew Ong Seongwoo was trouble.

“It’s one in the morning,” you said pointedly and he nodded. “Why are you here?”

“I need a place to stay.”

No, you couldn’t let him in. You remembered the last time you did that and chewed on your bottom lip. It had been the most tumultuous two weeks of your life. You relived the highs and the lows of your memory before you shook your head. Seongwoo placed a hand upon the doorframe, angling himself so he was leaning down closer to you. It irked you when your body instinctively moved towards him, instead of being repulsed. You cursed his good looks, especially as his smile returned.

“Please? You know I wouldn’t ask unless I need to.”

You willed yourself to reject him. Seongwoo had come into this apartment, carried you to multiple levels of euphoria and then left you reeling after him last time. You knew your body craved him like no other. And even though it had been damaged, your heart was foolish. Your resolve was weak. You couldn’t resist him even if you wanted to.

Seongwoo knew you weren’t going to deny him and reached down to cup your face in his hand affectionately before he stepped inside. You shut the door behind you both and followed him up into your small home. You needed to set ground rules before he tried to this time. “You can take the couch.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you but didn’t refute your offering. It made you anxious with how placating he was and you rubbed at your arms lightly.

“I’m only allowing you here for three days. You can find somewhere else after that.”

“Relax, Y/N. You won’t even know I’m here.”

As you laid back down in your bed, however, you couldn’t fall asleep. Your eyes were peeled to the door, and you were breathing more heavily than one needed to. The idea that the man who you had felt your soul awaken to being through the wall was maddening. You still couldn’t understand how you had ended up in Seongwoo’s arms the first time you had. But you remembered it all too well and you yearned for it now. You scolded yourself internally, instructing yourself to fall asleep and deal with what mess you had agreed to in the morning. But your eyes wouldn’t close and your body was wired. Without realising it, you had thrown yourself out of your bed and through the door, Seongwoo glancing at your approach and opened his arms readily.

“Don’t you think if we’re going to share, we should use the bed?” he teased as you climbed over his waist, his hands already winding their way under your bed shirt and resting on your hips. He smiled up at you as you started unbuttoning his shirt.

“This time around, I’m calling the shots.”

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JULY JULY JULY...

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DOCTOR JOHN

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Airplane Ride

summary: in which you spill your drink on the handsome stranger beside you on the flight and things take off from there (no pun intended) genre: fluff, romance characters: you, minhyun a/n: masterlist

ok so you were on your school break

and you and your friends decided to go on a short vacation together

to none other than bali

the island

famous for its coral reefs, clear blue sea water, nature and hot men at the beach

and in order to get to bali

y’all gotta take a plane right?

so that’s how you and your other friends went ahead and booked tickets

but you were the one who ended up without a seat next to them

because y’all bought your tickets late

and most of the seats have already been filled up

so you had no other choice but to pick the few remaining ones left

and yours happened to be the middle seat of a 3 people row

in the economy section

cause obviously

you’re way too poor for business seats

or first class seats

maybe you’ll be able to experience that in your dreams

but anyway

the day to fly rolls around

and you and your friends have excitedly gathered everything

and arrived at the airport in time

everything was going well

and according to the plan

up until you got onto your flight

see,

it’s not like you expected some dashing young guy to be sitting beside you

honestly you didn’t even thought about who you might end up spending a few hours with

in these narrow ass seats

experiencing back pain from how uncomfortable it was

but when you said you weren’t expecting anything

you really weren’t

and you didn’t care

not until you hear an “excuse me” in this clear, deep voice

that you look up

and literally lock eyes with the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in your whole damn life

he was literally and i mean literally

glowing

was it because of how fair he was

you didn’t know

all you knew was that his jet black hair and clear dark brown eyes were sending shivers down your freaking spine

issa demigod

a greek god

a God

that was just how ethereal the man’s beauty was

and you completely didn’t notice yourself staring

not until he waves a hand in your face and says “excuse me” again

that you snap out of it

and get all flustered

before getting out of your seat so that he can get to his seat

which was the window seat

so when you settle back into your middle row seat

you try hella hard not to stare

but you were distracted

whatever you were thinking about before this man showed his presence has long since been forgotten

and you didn’t even know why your body was tensing up, getting all rigid and shit

but you couldn’t help how your eyes kept lowkey diverting back to him

from the corner of your eyes

watching him do whatever the hell he was doing

getting comfortable in his seat and whatnot

the person on your other side, the aisle seat, arrives a few minutes before the plane prepares to leave

and it was a middle age woman

so yeah

those were the people you were going to be spending a few hours with

on this flight

-

the plane takes off after god knows how long

and excitement was bubbling inside of you

you were hella happy

after all the hard work and suffering you had to go through these past few months

in order to complete your final year projects

you were finally able to relax

and have some fun

plus you get to sit next to this cute ass guy on the plane

life was blessing you with some good shit

anyways

half way through the flight you ask the stewardess for a cup of water

and she gave you like way too much, more than what you’d asked for

you couldn’t drink all of it

so you just took like a few sips 

and prepared to put it in the cup holder attached on the back of the chair in front of you

when your clumsy hands decided to just

accidentally tip the whole cup over

onto the hot stranger’s lap

you swear it wasn’t on purpose

and the water

literally

seeped into his pants

and you could only stare in shock

y’all literally just stared at each other

speechless 

wondering how the fuck is that possible

like how can your hands just tilt and spill everything on him

but it happened

and your entire face went red in a millisecond

“i’m so sorry!” you cried

being the angel he is

he simply laughs it off and quickly grabs some tissue that he has with him

and starts wiping it off

“i have some too! if you need them,” you offered and started looking for your own tissue

“it’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he reassures you and your heart melts in an instant

“i’m honestly so sorry i’m just really clumsy oh god,” you repeated your apologies, highkey still in a panic

why’d you go embarrass yourself in front of a good looking man

honestly why can’t you be normal for once?

he just laughs and waves it off

“no really, it’s okay. at least it ain’t coke or some sweet other drink,” he tries to joke

you laugh awkwardly and tell yourself to calm down

“gosh i’m such a wreck it’s my first time to bali and i land myself in this kinda embarrassing shit,” you mumbled under your breath

not expecting him to hear it

but he fucking does

he hears every single word of it

“it’s your first time in bali? me too!” he exclaims and passes the wet tissue to a passing by stewardess

“o-oh? yeah... it’s my first time...” you trailed off, surprised that he was even striking up a conversation with you

“are you here for a vacation? studies? visiting?” he probes further, making light conversation

“i’m here on a vacation with my friends. what about you?”

“me too! except they took an earlier flight yesterday because i still had a few things to settle so they just went ahead first,” he says

“wow, what great friends.”

he chuckles a little at the sarcasm in your tone

“say, what’s your name?”

“oh right. it’s y/n,” you flashed a smile

a smile that literally screamed “im so nervous help me right now”

he returns the smile, “i’m hwang minhyun.”

and your heart does multiple flips

what a perfect man with a perfect name that perfectly suited him

at the back of head you wondered if you’ve already used up all the luck in your life by being able to meet hwang minhyun and sit beside him

anyways the flight wasn’t going to end anytime soon

so obviously the conversation went on

you learn that the both of you were the same age

and that his university was actually pretty close to the one which you studied at

“so where are you guys staying at in bali?” he asks

“x beach resort,” you said, “it’s pretty expensive but the view is worth it.”

“really?!” his eyes grow a little wider and you’re slightly taken aback at how loud his voice was

“oops, sorry,” he smiles bashfully, “but that’s where i’ll be staying too. guess i’ll see you around then.”

your eyes light up, “for real? wow this is such a coincidence.”

“maybe it’s fate,” he winks and clicks his tongue

you wanted to jump off the plane right in that instance

like your heart was honestly beating so fast

you wondered if you were going to get a cardiac arrest

“yeah, maybe it is.”

-

a few more hours later

you’ve arrived at bali

the plane has touched down

and everyone was filing out

slowly

one by one

you were still conversing with minhyun

as if y’all were best friends

honestly you didn’t know how you even had so much in common with him

and so much to talk about

but it felt as if you just met a longtime friend whom you’ve never seen before

a handsome ass longtime friend to be exact

but anyways

you gathered with your friends once again

and introduced minhyun to them and vice versa

they all gave you knowing looks

which did not go unnoticed to minhyun by the way

he only laughed and gave you a teasing look as well

while your entire face was beet red

you really just wanted to crawl into a hole and die, no joke

but since y’all stayed at the same resort

everyone decided to just go together

-

“so i guess i’ll see you around?” minhyun says when everyone reaches the resort

you nodded, smiling up at him

why was this man so tall?

he had the looks, the personality and even the height?

god is unfair

truly

“but before you go off,” he says, “can i have your number?”

you were shocked

like

your number?

damn

things were progressing quick

and you weren’t complaining

you quickly type in your number and saved it

he smiles and keeps his phone, sending you one last look before waving and walking off

“be careful wherever you go!” he yells while walking backwards, still waving

“i’ll call you soon, cutie!” and he runs off

you’re just left standing there

shock

mouth hanging open

he just called you what?

cutie?

are those actually angels singing in the background or were you just hallucinating?

anyways, you knew it was going to be one hella trip

and spent the rest of the time looking forward to seeing minhyun again soon

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PLAN B (there isn’t one) (6797 words) by nankomatsus Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: NU’EST, Wanna One, Produce 101 Rating: M Relationships: Hwang Minhyun/Ong Seongwoo, Choi Minki (Ren)/Kim Jonghyun (JR) Characters: Hwang Minhyun, Ong Seongwoo, Kim Jonghyun (JR), Choi Minki (Ren), Kang Daniel, Produce 101 Ensemble Genre: Humor, Romance, Drama AU: High School Summary:

ong seongwoo is a man with a mission and only four days to figure out an alternative or jeopardize his entire high school band career.

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the horrible curse of kim jaehwan

title: the horrible curse of kim jaehwan author: kanto fandom: wanna one pairing(s): jaehwan/seongwoo, daniel/woojin rating: pg-13 length: oneshot (21,700>) summary: there’s only two people ong seongwoo despises, and it’s his sociology lecturer and kim jaehwan. au.

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[Ongniel] - Secret Society - 3 ♡ trois (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/UiNb/1ZgyYRBIcJ Uno, dos o tres delitos ¿cuál es la diferencia si al final te puedo conseguir a ti?

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oi, gente ! sentiram falta da revista ?! não precisam sentir mais, pois aqui está a nova edição ! vamos ao que interessa !!!

          Finalmente as provas acabaram, e agora os corredores estão cheios com os rostinhos de vocês outra vez! Graças à Deusa, porque eu estava morrendo de tédio! No começo a paz é até legal, mas uma ninfa cansa de não ter o que xeretar!

         A gente já começou o mês com fortes emoções. Outro dia eu ‘tava perambulando por aí enquanto vocês dormiam quando eu vi a Jieun e a Naeun indo para a enfermaria. Ou melhor, a Jieun carregando a Naeun. Pelo visto esse parece ser o fim da novela das idas da Naeun para lá --- e vamos de terapia para a gata finalmente! E para o resto de vocês também, a Deusa tá vendo esse bando de vampiro maluco pulando a terapia.         E falando na Naeun, temos que citar ela e o Peach dividindo o primeiro lugar do Top Amizades Mais Improváveis de 2021! Sério, como vocês são surpreendentes de vez em quando. Mas é legal! Não é isso que as Deusas falam? Para vocês serem amigos? Pois todo mundo devia seguir o exemplo deles e da Jieun, que deveria ganhar o Prêmio de Diplomacia da Morada, por conseguir amiga de tanta gente nada a ver ao mesmo tempo. Falando em Jieun, parece que o Jimin foi visto por aí com as roupas da irmã, e eu juro, se ele tivesse cabelo grande, se passaria por ela facilmente.           Mas para aqueles que não são tão civilizados, talvez gostem de fazer que eu tô pensando em lançar uma clube clandestino de rinha para pessoas que querem bater no Seongwoo. Tava pensando em cobrar cinco Coroas para quem quiser assistir, e a taxa de inscrição é de graça; quem quiser entrar vai ter cinco minutos de trocação franca sem regras com ele --- sei que é o sonho de muita gente! A Nabi com certeza vai se inscrever toda noite, os dois não param de brigar; sério, caras, a Deusa de vocês deve chorar toda noite, mas eu não, eu adoro, podem continuar! ( De vez em quando eu penso que o pré-requisito para entrar na Anima é ser meio tãn-tãn das ideias. )             Falando em gente meio assim da cabeça, o Haru tava pela floresta esses dias criando uma inimizade aqui e ali. Que coisa feia, como mais velho tinha que dar exemplo! Há! Quem eu quero enganar? Eu sou mais velha que todo mundo e não dou exemplo para ninguém... Bom, fazer o que? Mas sério, tem tanta coisa para fazer por aí e vocês ficam sentados nas árvores viajando, queria ter essa capacidade de me entreter com tão pouco... E outro que tá por aí com humor ruinzinho é o Hajoon. Sério, Hajoon, vai beijar outra boca que essa frustração passa! Você era o que mais me entretinha quando o assunto era relacionamento, vai curar esse coração! Amor próprio e essas coisas, homem!             Agora sobre os acontecimentos da Morada, o evento mais maravilhoso do ano ( depois do baile, na minha opinião ) está chegando! Sabem qual é? O Dia do Amor!! Sério, eu adoro ver vocês apaixonadinhos suspirando por aí, me faz suspirar também; vocês sabem como ninfas amam histórias de amor, e eu espero que eu veja muitos casais esse ano! Estou, inclusive, pensando em criar uma espécie de tinder para a escola, para ajudar quem tá um pouco solitário, e se você tem alguma ideia de como isso pode ser, me manda! E em pique de romance, o teatro da Morada tá ensaiando Romeu e Julieta, e vai ser ótimo! Prefiro histórias menos trágicas, mas adoro um romance proibido! Mas chegou aos meus ouvidos lindos que, antes da estreia da peça e da festa, vocês vão ter um treinamento diferente, e eu não posso falar do que se trata, mas a ideia me deixou muito animada! Não esqueçam de pegar meias limpas e colocar água na mochila. Ah, e sangue, porque vocês são vampiros.             E por último mas não menos importante, a Chiharu voltou para a escola! Já estávamos há muitos meses sem ver a nossa sacerdotisa em treinamento porque ela estava, sabe, treinando para ser sacerdotisa em um retiro espiritual. Sorte a dela que não teve provas para fazer, e sorte a minha que pude conversar com ela! Trouxe uma entrevista super legal com ela, e espero que se divirtam ao ler! E se preparem, a partir de agora toda semana nós entrevistaremos alguém!

Oi, Chiha! Eu posso te chamar de Chiha, né? Como você está? Que bom ver você de novo!

Oi, oi! Claro que pode, todo mundo pode me chamar de Chiha, é meu apelido mais antigo, aliás! Estou muito bem, e você? É uma grande felicidade estar de volta, também!

Como está sendo a sua volta? Você ficou muito tempo fora, está se adaptando bem?

Ah... Posso dizer que está sendo meio peculiar? É complicado, acho que acabei me acostumando com a rotina e os rosto do retiro, e aí agora ainda estou em um "fuso-horário" diferente daqui? Mas, ainda assim eu fico muito aliviada e feliz em estar de volta! Vou acabar me adaptando, peço que sejam pacientes comigo!

E como foi lá no retiro espiritual?

Foi... Incrível. Sério. Eu não tenho nem palavras para explicar o quão maravilhoso foi. Acho que nunca me senti tão inteira e tão completa antes. Parece que muitas coisas e muitas peças de um quebra-cabeça se encaixaram no lugar, sabe? Foi como respirar depois de estar debaixo d'água por muito tempo. Entendi muitas coisas e me sinto mais confiante e feliz.

Tem alguma coisa que você pretende fazer por aqui, que ainda não conseguiu desde que chegou?

A-Ah. Segredo? Brincadeira. Acho que o que não consegui fazer ainda foi tirar um tempo pra falar com todo mundo, hihi! Tenho tanta coisa para me atualizar!

Já conseguiu conhecer as pessoas novas? Um monte de rostinhos chegou desde que você se foi. Alguma interação memorável?

(Ainda não, infelizmente! Mas, olá todo mundo! Muito prazer em conhecê-los! Espero que possamos ser muito amigos, e conto com vocês! Acho que trombei com uma das meninas que eu tinha uma relação complicada anteriormente e ela parece estar mais confortável, acho que foi a interação mais memorável.)

 E as antigas? Encontrou seus amigos?

Sim e não? Eu encontrei alguns dos meus amigos, sim! Mas não todos. Eu acho que sou realmente ruim em delegar tempo para as coisas, hehe! Mas prometo que vou tentar entrar em contato com todos o mais rápido possível!

E a vida amorosa? Como anda? É tradição aqui na Morada a sacerdotisa em treinamento namorar o líder dos guerreiros... E aí? Linda desse jeito deve ter um monte de gente atrás de você...

!!!!! Uhm... Segredo? Hahaha! Que nada! Você quem é linda, está claramente falando sobre si mesma, isso sim!

Como algumas pessoas que ainda não te conhecem, vamos mudar isso! Me diz uma palavra que te descreva!

Perseverança, talvez?

E uma palavra que descreva sua vida?

Inesperada.

Me diz algo sobre você que surpreende ou surpreenderia as outras pessoas.

Eu, na realidade, sou muito mais influenciável e coração-mole do que eu deixo vocês verem. Isso porque eu já sou bem coração mole num geral!!

E qual sabor de sorvete você mais gosta?

Mint-choco!

Tem alguém que você admira aqui na Morada, por qualquer razão?

Uhm... Acho que eu admiro um pouquinho de todo mundo? Cada um é especial de um jeito, logo...

Uma coisa que você gosta sobre si mesma e uma que não gosta.

Minha voz, e por incrível que pareça, minha bondade.

Qual foi a coisa mais engraçada com a qual você já sonhou? Sendo sacerdotisa em treinamento você deve ter todo tipo de sonho maluco, não é?

Sinceramente, sim? Mas a coisa mais engraçada que eu já sonhei foi algo que envolviam espuma, uma chinchila e gritaria. Vou deixar o resto para sua imaginação! hahaha!

E como você se sente sobre ser sacerdotisa?

Algo que eu não me imagino não-sendo. Ser sacerdotisa é parte de mim, é o que eu sou. Eu faria qualquer coisa por isso, e sacrificaria qualquer coisa.

Quando os cinco anos obrigatórios acabarem você vai continuar na Morada para estudar mais, ou vai fazer algo diferente? Tipo viajar, ir em festas ou ir para Anvar?

Sabe que eu nunca pensei sobre isso? Eu tendo a pensar muito no agora, e tudo mais. Mas, acho que vou para Anvar. Ou ficar aqui, mesmo. Acho que estou esperando, sinceramente, as Deusas me falarem o que eu deveria fazer.

Ano passado você quase participou nas Olimpíadas mas não conseguiu, vai tentar de novo esse ano?

Pretendo sim! Foi uma pena ter que me ausentar ano passado, mas esse ano eu espero poder participar com todos!)

Você tem fetiche?

Eh?! Que tipo de pergunta é essa, ah?!

Você gosta de cutucar o nariz ou isso é coisa de reles vampiros?

Omo!! Reles vampiros, reles vampiros! Eu tenho rinite, então, meu nariz coça bastante!

Tá bom, vamos tentar outra coisa! Eu vou te dizer uma palavra e você me diz a primeira coisa que te vem à cabeça sem pensar, tá? A primeira é: chatice!

Okay! Prática de rituais!

Personalidade.

Calma!

Gostoso!

Choco-mint!

Cheiro.

Flores de cerejeira!

Lugar.

O templo de Kyoto!

Música.

Liebesleid!

Nome.

Hajoon.

Amigos!

Porto seguro.

Agoravocêtemquinzesegundosparafalaralgumacoisaquequeiranãoimportaoque, vai!

Omo! Muito obrigadaporsemprecuidaremdemimebebamágua!

Ai, Chiha, foi tão bom conversar com você! Obrigada por aceitar o convite!

Eu quem agradeço por me receber, uh? Eu fico muito feliz e o prazer foi todo meu! Muito obrigada e sempre que precisarem!

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The Name She Loved (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/0lLC7gPIAU Two people coming from different places and perceptions are now sharing a table in Paris as they try to connect their differences with the hope that they'd meet each other halfway.

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sasaeng | l. taeyong (m)

DESCRIPTION: Someone’s obsessed, but it’s not who you think… In which an idol is completely, utterly, disgustingly obsessed with you.

Genre: stalker/ sasaeng + idol au angst | “romance” | psychological thriller WC: 15k Warnings: graphic smut (humping, masturbation, fingering, cum shot/creampie, preg kink), unhealthy obsession, drug addiction, graphic violence (depicted beating, poisoning), slight coercion

(⚠️Warning⚠️: This ain’t your regular idol au. There is drug addiction, body issues, unhealthy obsession, and whole lot of dark stuff, and that, if it triggers you in any way, DON’T READ THE BOOK. Also, the author does not condone ANY unhealthy behavior in this book in any way, shape or form. I AM NOT romanticizing stalking and obsession; I wanted to write this to explore a unique dynamic and twist to the Idol AU. This behavior is unhealthy and not normal, and please, seek help if this were to ever happen. Apologies if I have written any behavior unrealistically. ⚠️)

A gentle humming fills the bathroom as the shower is turned on. A female enters the shower, naked, and precedes to cleanse her body of the troubles and worries of the day.

Yet, the eye at the keyhole isn’t noticed. In fact, it will never be… if he has his way.

Shocked gasps come over the studio as, for the first time in history, two idol groups tied for 1st place on a Music Show. Every vote, every score was match for match. While celebratory confetti cannons and music blared pathetically in the background, the audience, the staff, the crew came to a standstill while the idols stood, frozen, on stage.

What were they supposed to do? There was only one trophy after all. Were they supposed to cheer? Boo? Scream?

The in-ear on Ong Seongwoo blared to life as the producer came to his senses.

“Quick! Congratulate both groups, I’ll just— fuck— how did we not see this coming—”

Seongwoo pasted a smile to his face and reanimated his lively and cheerful self. “Well, that’s was unexpected, but, congratulations to both NCT U and FEM for winning 1st place on this week’s broadcast of Music Core!”

Gradual clapping and cheers came from the crowd, which rose even louder as a crew member rushed onto stage carrying 2 trophies. The idols on stage slowly began to move, whispering and gossiping amongst themselves at this unexpected development.

The groups in question themselves were smiling but shooting confused and worried glances at each other. Was this supposed to happen? 

The crew member hurriedly passed one trophy into the slender fingers of Lee Taeyong, the leader of NCT U, and the other into the arms of Sunmi, the leader of FEM. They both regained posture and, while avoiding looking at each other, bowed. The other groups left in a flurry of confetti and streamers, while NCT and FEM stayed on stage.

Seongwoo furrowed his brows as he listened intently into his in-ear. He nodded, turned, then smiled broadly at the audience, not a single piece of his hair out of place of his signature comma hair style.

“We will be playing the winners’ songs in no certain order, thank you everyone!”

3 taps of a drumstick signaled the vocal-heavy and flowery track of FEM’s 2nd EP, “Halo”. NCT U politely took a step back as FEM flounced onto the middle, dazzling in the sparkling lights.

As lead vocalist Sunmi began to start her first line, her voice began to crack and tears were bubbling at the edge of her periphery. She choked out a tearful “sorry” and buried her face into the slim shoulders of your fellow member, Bolin, the main dancer. Both clung together like glue, clasping each other for comfort as the monumental accomplishment swept over them like a tidal wave.

Our 1st win, you thought, smiling slightly and wiping the tears off the edge of your vision. Our 1st win since our debut a year ago.

You were tapped on the shoulder and turned to see FEM’s main rapper, Bella, smirking and shoving the mic at you. You quickly realized that Sunmi was belting out the pre-chorus, and you got ready to sing the difficult chorus.

Lee Taeyong stood to the side, full of mixed emotions. Was it anger? Jealousy? Indignancy? His light blond hair hung around the the bony structure of his face, highlighting his slight gauntness. He stared at FEM, not knowing what to feel until he saw her.

It was some damned drug trip, wasn’t it? Because there was no way the spotlight rested solely on her, as sobs came out of her pretty pink lips while she laughed in joy. Her silky dress flowed around her like it was upheld by a heavenly wind, in tune with the concept her company presented her as.

A goddess.

A goddess of heaven and earth.

Taeyong could only stare like he was a starved man, drinking in the sight like seeing an oasis in the middle of a dry, dry desert. His tinted lips hung open as his gaze remained solely on the vision she presented.

The longer he saw, the more he saw her. A goddess in group of harpies, yet, so insecure and hurt. Was this what it felt like when Pygmalion laid eyes on Galatea? The way Hades saw Persephone?

His heart stuttered in his chest and he felt like he couldn’t breath.

A goddess for him and himself.

1 Year Ago

“I’ll lead you, I’m the boss! I move you, I’m the player!” The heavy bass and domineering synths echoed throughout the gymnasium, thousands of green light sticks moving in unison to the catchy beat. It was quite a sight to see 60,000 plus green sticks fill the gigantic Seoul Olympic Stadium in the night in expansive 360 degree seating.

A chorus of male, synth voices harmonized together for the outro, the group of seven in a triangle formation broadcasted on gigantic screens. The crowd let out thunderous roar, shouting the fan-chants in order.

“Taeyong! Doyoung!”

The 7 men in tailored army suits, silver chains glinting as they swung around from the sheer force the men were putting into their movements. The managing crew of the concert watched the men through their many screens, communicating through headsets.

“On the count of three, release the stage door, alright?”

“Jaehyun! WinWin!”

The flashing lights of the monitor played over the director’s passive face.

“One.”

“Jungwoo! Lucas! Markeu!”

“Two.”

The crew member reached out the arm to turn his monitor closer. His sleeve brushed against the control board, brushing against a certain switch.

“NCT!”

The lead figure, glaringly obvious with his blood red hair in the middle of the formation, suddenly disappeared from screen. From the tops of the stands, the audience could see the large gaping hole slightly off to the left of the stage.

Murmurs and gasps filled the stadium as the 6 remaining figures broke formation to swarm around the gaping hole. Mark, WinWin, and Doyoung  knelt down near the hole while Jaehyun and Jungwoo looked down at the stage sidelines, visibly panicking on the billboard screens. Lucas frowned as he pulled his in-ear closer, his full lips pursed while listening to the crew’s directions.

2 staff members in “NEO CULTURE TECH: LUCID DREAM” t-shirts climbed up to the stage from the bottom ground, guiding the anxious members off the stage.

Cries and shouts arose from the worried crowd. All lights shut off, and the clamors gradually grew louder and louder until the overhead speaker blared to life.

“Everyone, we are sorry for the inconvenience.”

Under the jungle of metal bars and concrete, the red-haired man groaned in pain. His leg was twisted awkwardly, having caught on a metal bar his high fall down. Through his tears, he looked a few feet up to see Mark’s and WinWin’s worried faces peering down at him.

“Due to the early releasing of the stage platforms, Lee Taeyong fell through the hole and we are currently awaiting his status.”

A swarm of team members maneuvered through the concrete structures, crouching around his figure. The remaining NCT members, bar the BOSS members from the stage, ran to his position, and peeked from behind the crew.

“Taeyong-hyung!” Chenle’s high voice shouted, his face the pallor of white as anxiety ran through all members present. Johnny and Jeno clutched onto him tightly, their mouths parted in shock and fear for the pillar of NCT.

A young woman looked up at the rest of the crew, her eyes wide.

“Quick, get an ambulance! He’s broken his leg and I can see blood!”

“Lee Taeyong, leader of top boy group NCT, injured at Seoul Concert!”

“World Group NCT, leader Lee Taeyong breaks his leg at concert!”

“NCT leader Lee Taeyong hospitalized after serious accident at Seoul concert!”

“NCT Taeyong rushed to ER for a broken leg after stage accident at concert!”

“Global Boy Group NCT: leader Lee Taeyong taken off roster for first leg of NCT world tour due to an accident at kick-off concert!”

“NCT TOP VISUAL TAEYONG UNABLE TO PARTICIPATE IN THE FIRST LEG OF NCT’S 20- CITY WORLD TOUR AFTER ACCIDENT AT SEOUL CONCERT!”

You opened your eyes, hearing the air conditioning and the warm lights of your dorm room. You could hear the hum of the television screen from the living room and the smell of bulgogi from the kitchen.

You yawned, stretching your arms and padded off to the kitchen, wrapping a furry robe around yourself. You saw through your bleary vision your group’s leader and proclaimed “omma” Sunmi stirring something on the oven, her curvy figure in a tank top and leggings. Sulhee and Boram were recumbent on the couch, their hair up in towels as they chatted casually.

“Good morning, everyone,” you smiled tiredly. It had been a late night practicing.

“Y/N.” Sunmi smiled at you.

“Unni!” Bella and Lin cheered, rising from their places on the couch.

You grinned at their boundless energy. Bella and Bolin were the same age, younger than you and Sunmi. You called them your “happy little flowers” and their room “the flower garden”, which they always laughed at.

“Hi, my lovely juniors. How are you~?” you giggled, taking a seat at the breakfast table.

“We have a break day today! Isn’t that great?” Bella wriggled into the seat adjacent from you while smiling wildly.

“We’re totally free Yeday!” Bolin cheered in her accented Korean, a bit of her native Chinese slipping through.

“Today, not “yeday”, Bolin. Good job though, you’re improving very well,” Sunmi’s calm voice entered your conversation. “Also, we’re not totally free. We just get to spend the day in the dorm.”

“Why do you have to ruin my thunder?” Bella whined, pouting her lips and her infamous “aegyo” face that many a show host melted for.

“That’s reality, sweetie,” you smiled at Bella.

The four of you chatted over the table, drinking tea and coffee as the noon sun began to peak through the floor-to-ceiling windows of your dorm. You all began to gradually migrate to the couch area, your group’s favorite place to hang-out and chat when resting.

“Wah, look at them!”

At Bella’s shout, you craned your head to look at the television monitor and saw the rerun of Music Bank flashing on screen. This part, however, displayed the famous NCT U members dancing to their latest hit song.

At the lead of the dance was a handsome man in light blond hair.

Lee Taeyong.

This was his first time performing on stage in a year, and he looked like he came back better than ever. He looked so fierce, his sharp features dominating everyone’s attention including yours. His moves were so sharp and clean that you couldn’t help but be mesmerized.

You vaguely remembered the news when he first broke his leg at the concert a year ago. Back then, you felt a huge amount of pity but also a huge amount of annoyance, as his injury caused a media frenzy that overshadowed your debut. NCT had been on top of the world then. The SM group broke records in Japan, China, and Korea and had been reaching into the European and South American markets successfully due to a flood of show appearances and concerts. While you never thought the whole world-domination thing would work, NCT seemed like they were well on their way to make it happen. 

They still were on top of the world. NCT was now a household name all around the globe, but they had lost their shining star for a good while.

“NCT Taeyong? Yeah, he may be handsome and all, I just… have a bad feeling about him. Not an auspicious guy,” Sunmi murmured, looking suspiciously at the screen.

Bolin snorted. “You sound like my grandma who lives in the province. “Oh, you have such a lucky nose Bolin-ah!”” she mimicked her grandmother, hunching over for the effect.

Bella and you burst into laughter, almost knocking over your drinks in the process.

Still, you couldn’t get his face out of your mind. Watching, staring, boring…

…into your soul.

Taeyong stumbled into the bathroom at 3 AM, shaking greatly and noisily opened the bathroom cabinet. He slammed the orange bottle onto the sink top and the sound of rattling pills filled the bathroom.

OXYCONTIN

Pain Killer Medication

Prescribed for LEE TAEYONG

1 PILL PER DAY

Well, it’s his third today.

Taeyong knocked back the pill with a glass of water, sitting on the ground with his head in hands until the shaking went away. Grimacing, he slowly got up on weak legs, supporting himself on the sink as he stared into his reflection.

The unnatural sharpness. The gaunt hollows of his cheeks. The deep dark circles. The blood-shot eyes.

The face of handsome, living death stared back at him in the mirror. He couldn’t even remember how he looked like a year ago, when he was fresh-faced and healthy.

Ever since the accident happened.

Since that day, everything was ruined. His fans, NCTzens, his favorite people in the world and the people keeping him going— he couldn’t even see them because of the damned injury. He couldn’t perform, couldn’t sing, couldn’t dance— all he could do was sit in his parent’s house, watching the videos of his members enjoying life while he hoped and prayed this injury wouldn’t put him out of commission for life.

Even when he could perform with them on the last leg of the tour, he was on a chair. Helpless. Unable to perform. Invalid.

The pain medication the doctor prescribed helped. It shut away his pain, physical and mental, and let him feel alive again. He felt like he was performing, singing, and fucking just in one pill. Slowly, his dosage decreased and he felt helpless, resorting to lying about his pain to the doctor to get those fucking pills.

And it turned him into this. A reflection of what he had been in the past. Fuck, how had it gotten this far? He hadn’t even looked this gaunt and pale during Boss and Baby Don’t Stop. He couldn’t even face his members without them looking at him like he was to be pitied. Like an injured animal, they had to take care of him instead of him taking care of them.

He padded quietly down the hall, trying not to wake any of the tired, sleeping members from yesterday’s music show. He creaked open the door to his and Johnny’s room, sighing quietly in relief as he realized Johnny was fast asleep and snoring. The only sounds heard was the puffs of the air humidifier in the room and the regular sounds of urban life.

Settling onto his bed, reaching for his handphone. The artificial light lit up the room before he hurriedly turned it down until it only cast a slight glow on his face.

Taeyong scrolled through the hundreds of pictures he had saved of you, whether it be from performances to press releases and more. It was like he didn’t feel the burning and incessant call of the pills in a tiny orange bottle whenever he focused on solely you, lost in your smile and in your eyes. He smiled softly at your simple pre-debut photos, and smirked when he saw the HD fan photos of you from your latest concert. God, you looked like an ethereal dream from his high. A goddess descending from the heavens. His Helen to his Paris.

“You need to lose weight, seriously. At this rate, you’ll be obese in a few months!”

You gaze turned downwards at the scolding voice of your manager, whom had been staring back at your reflection in the waiting room mirror.

“Yes, Mrs. Kim,” you sighed.

“I saw you stand next to Twice’s Tzuyu at the Hallyu Wave Concert and you looked like a short, fat, rat next to her! Do you know how embarrassing that is? To the company? To the members? Aish, really, you’re so plump I can barely look at you!”

You bit your lip and tried not to let tears leak out your eyes. You knew that if she were able to see your tears, she would yell at you for ruining the makeup on your face. God, why did she have to be so mean to you? 

This was not even the tip of the iceberg. Much more degrading insults have been spit out her mouth when she was first assigned your manager. She has ripped into every single fibre of your being, degrading your looks, your singing, your dancing. “Are you even worth being the main vocal? The trash collectors sing better than you!” to “Fuck, you’re so dumb. Dumber than those retarded kids.” She was… horrible, to describe in one word.

Mrs. Kim was an idol from the nineties, and was picked as your rookie group’s manager solely on her experience in the entertainment industry. Even staring at her while she was making some calls, you could see the faint shadows of beauty to her aging face.

You slowly slipped out of the room, trying to get away from red-faced and ranting Mrs. Kim. You finally did, and when she saw you escape, Mrs. Kim yelled after you even louder but was unable to chase after since you were already in the hallway. She didn’t make want to make a scene, afterall.

Shivering in the cold of the hallway, you rubbed your arms up and down and cursed your groups’ stylist. Damn her for putting you in a dress with only spaghetti-straps on your bare shoulders. Even though it was summer, South Korea had an obsession with keeping cool and often overran the poor air conditioning unit.

You tottered around in your block heels until you rounded a corner and practically crashed into a warm chest. Toned and muscled arms wrapped around you to keep you from falling down

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Are you alright—”

You tilted your face up to the man’s impressive height, and instantly took a step back.

Shownu from Monsta X.

His sculpted face smiled down at you, a smirking curve to his plump lips.

“Yeah, I am. After running into you, how could I not?” he laughed, the rumble of his chest vibrating against your hand.

Well, at least your were no longer cold now. In fact, you were burning with embarrassment.

Shownu was an idol that you knew everyone in the industry wanted. In bed.

You’ve met love-struck girls on these shows, giggling after him as they passed by in the hallway. It was because of his handsome and manly looking face, a fresh departure from the flower boy visuals every one else had. God, his body was an attraction on its own— a broad, chiseled chest, narrow waist, and muscled legs that went on for longer. It’s been a few years since he debuted, but now, Shonwu was the kind of sex symbol even 2PM had trouble rivaling.

You stepped back even further and gave him a low bow.

“I’m so sorry! Please forgive me, sunbaenim,” you repeated, face burning in embarrassment.

“Nah, sweetie, you don’t have to do that. It hurts to see such a pretty girl bow so low,” he soothed, his face smooth even though there was a tint of mortification.

Probably because he didn’t want to be seen with a rookie girl like you. Ugly, talentless–

“It’s really my fault, I just was jogging without looking where I was going. And uh, sorry but I didn’t catch your name?”

“Oh, um, Y/N. Thank you. Excuse me—” you avoided his piercing eyes and tried to step past him, but, to no avail, he placed his bulky body in your path.

“Hey, do you wanna take a walk with me?” He said casually, like he wasn’t practically leaning over you like a shadow. So suddenly? you thought.

“Um, I really better get going— “ you stuttered, trying to get out of the situation. Shownu was nice and all but you didn’t fancy going alone with one of the biggest sex symbols of the industry.

“Please, I insist.”

Well, that’s how you found yourself wandering around backstage with Monsta X’s Shownu. You could barely stop staring at him in his half-open black shirt, tight, ripped jeans, and pointed shoes.

“So… uh… I heard the shouting,” Shownu mumbled and turned away, scratching his head.

Your brows furrowed in confusion until they relaxed in realization. Shit, if someone found out about this…

“I also heard the, em… insults.”

You cringed and turned away, rubbing your arms in comfort.

“Uh, it’s nothing. I just did something wrong and she just got a little heated with her scolding,” you lied.

Shownu stops in the middle of the hallway, hands on his hips.

“Does she usually do this?” he asked, his voice raising in anger.

You waved your hands in front of you. “N-No, she just was… in a bad mood today,” you winced; even your voice sounded weak in your ears.

Shownu seemed to catch on it too, his hackles rising. His breathing seemed to get heavier as his broad shoulders went up and down harshly.

“Y/N, this isn’t good. You can’t excuse her behavior— look, I know I just met you and it may seem weird that I’m getting kinda angry over this, but it’s disgusting! Especially to someone like you? It’s unforgivable.” He shook his head, his knuckles under fingerless gloves tightening.

“You’re very kind—solicitous, too— but I am perfectly fine,” you said firmly, resolve clear in your face. You couldn’t stir up any trouble whatsoever. You just won your first show award and the hype around your group has increased, but the public wouldn’t hesitate to crucify you for any transgressions, real or not.

He studied your face carefully, as if he were searching for any sign of cracking or weakness.

Finding nothing, Shownu sighed heavily.

“Well, if it ever gets out of hand, I’m here, Y/N,” he relented grimly. He placed a large hand on your shoulder in comfort and you smiled reluctantly, thankful someone has your back.

In the shadows, a blond-haired man watched the bulky man lay his hand upon the small girl’s shoulder, his clenched fists shaking in anger.

Taeyong darted across the street in the night, dressed in charcoal black to blend in with the shadows. He lifted his black hood over his baseball cap, and tugged his mask tighter over his face. He could not be seen at any cost.

After weaving through the rambling streets of Seoul, he stopped in front of a non-descript apartment complex. He checked his phone and verified this was the right address, before walking to the back of the building.

He had a mission to accomplish.

Taeyong carefully stepped through the trees and clambered up the high stone wall dividing the street from the building’s backyard. He landed with a soft thud and he cringed, hoping the creaking of the wood wouldn’t give him away to the people residing inside this particular unit.

Taeyong saw the soft glow of lights from the floor-to-ceiling windows of FEM’s dormitory and cheered, thanking god that someone was home. He checked the forum for FEM sasaengs, for god’s sake. The calendar said that Sunmi, Bella, and Bolin were out recording for a radio show while you stayed in the dorm to recover your voice, as you had lost it by overusing it a few days ago.

He had planned for this moment days in advance. He had to needle your address from a staff member from your company, and had to ensure that his schedule was clear too.

The red-haired man crept nearer to the glass, peaking hesitantly around the corner. However, when he did, he saw the most beautiful sight in his life.

You were humming as you sat at your vanity, rubbing several creams and lotions on your face. You were still beautiful bare-faced, in Taeyong’s eyes, even more beautiful than made up in makeup and shadows. His eyes hungrily drank in your bared skin as you were just wearing a thin tank-top and underwear.

Finished doing your night-care routine, you got up from the vanity you and Sunmi shared. You grabbed the lotion sitting on your cabinet and proceeded to hoist one leg up on the bed.

Taeyong nearly creamed himself at the sight of your beautiful legs bared to his vision, your core only covered by a frilly underwear piece. You proceeded to pump some lotion onto your hand and rub it down your legs.

The blond-haired spectator fumbled for his phone in his pocket and pressed record, tilting his camera at the perfect angle to record your half-naked figure.

Your hands got closer and closer to the crevice of your thighs and Taeyong rubbed his hardening erection through his jeans. He bit his lip as the tips of your fingers brushed the edges of your panties, and he nearly dropped his phone when he saw the tips of your nipples jutting through your thin t-shirt.

Taeyong followed the line of your body as you stretched and proceeded to dim the lights. Your half-naked figure flopped onto bed then curled up in the sheets. The boy idol ended the recording and walked carefully closer to your side of the window. He grunted softly at his erection nearly bursting out of his jeans, making it uncomfortable to walk.

He snapped a few pictures of you sleeping, your bared backside clad only in frilly underwear. God, he imagined grasping that full ass as you rode him, you covering your mouth so your moans wouldn’t escape and eyes closed in utter rapture.

Was it wrong to dream such lewd things about someone who just turned twenty?

You were jogging around the Han River extremely early in the morning. Your manager had woken you up from your sleep and forced you to go running, yelling insults at you as you ran out the house.

Biting your lip, you tried not to cry when you remembered the way Mrs. Kim had called you a fat, dumb pig over and over this morning. The members couldn’t even hear her insulting you because it was so early in the morning and no one was awake.

You were on your third mile and already breathing hard. There was an already painful stitch in your side that had developed around the two and a half mile mark and sweat dripped uncomfortably down your back.

You gritted your teeth and kept on running, determined to show Mrs. Kim you weren’t a pig. Nor were you dumb or untalented.

Besides being a devil of a woman, your manager had unfortunately woken you up from one of the most pleasant dreams of your life.

It was filled with vibrant colors and happiness, pleasure and bright lights. The only concrete things you could remember were dark, dark eyes and pink, pretty lips pulled up into a smirk.

You had been feeling antsy these past few days ever since you felt like you were being watched at night. You grew more paranoid, looking out the window frequently and checking your back. Curiously, you also grew restless, as in… unfulfilled. Something in you felt restless while your underwear was always soaked. What was happening? Did adults usually experience this?

So caught up in your thoughts you ran into someone standing by a pier. You gasped a little as you fell flat onto your butt.

You rubbed your head, which was smarting from the impact into someone’s broad shoulders.

“Miss? Are you okay?”

You opened your eyes to see those black eyes from your dreams, hidden behind a white baseball cap. Your eyes were drawn to those pretty pink lips from your dreams, which were bared from his pulled down mask.

“L-Lee Taeyong- sunbaenim?!” you stuttered nervously, curling into yourself. God, you probably looked like a glazed donut with how sweaty and unkept you were.

His eyes widened in surprise. “Y/N-ssi?”

“What are y-you doing here?” you asked, still in shock at his presence. He was the face that brought you all those bright lights and vibrant colors in your dream.

He chuckled slightly, the dark sound rumbling in his chest. He offered a hand, smiling slightly at you.

“Why don’t I help you off the ground first? It seems rather uncomfortable down there.”

Ah, so this was the gentleman people told you that was Taeyong.

You took his proffered hand and he helped lift yourself up. You saw his toned arms quite well, as he was wearing one of his classic sleeveless tank-tops. His veins and muscles bulged slightly with the effort and you decided to focus on that rather than the handsome man’s face.

The pair of you stared at each other in silence, drinking in each other’s features.

Taeyong watched as horror crept over your face until you bowed deeply.

“I’m so sorry! I forgot to greet you, sunbaenim—”

Taeyong grasped your shoulder until he could see your sparkling eyes.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. Just call me Taeyong-ssi, is that okay with you?”

You nodded, your flushed face and gleam of sweat reminding him of something else—

“So, what are you doing out here so early in the morning?” you asked, averting your eyes from his gaze.

“Oh, uh, just walking. I love the morning, y’know?”

Gradually the two of you struck up a conversation while walking next to the Han river. He really was kind and easy-going, which surprised you greatly. You thought he was a cold man, but he got rid of that notion as he made you laugh.

During your walk, Taeyong suddenly hissed in pain and held his leg.

“Taeyong-ssi? Are you alright?” you asked in panic, holding arm unwittingly.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” Taeyong grunted out.

“Are you sure?” you questioned, looking at Taeyong holding his leg gingerly.

“Yeah, it just the leg. I don’t know if you know, but I had a stage… accident a year ago. Broke my leg, put me out of commission for our group’s tour. It’s just probably one of the pain echoes my doctor told me would occasionally flare up since I was so active after the injury.”

“Oh my god, that’s horrible! I’m so sorry,” you said, genuinely feeling bad for the handsome idol. You imagined him performing when one of those pain flashes hit, and he had to grit through the pain and perform.

Taeyong smiled at you until he rose up, standing closely beside you as you kept walking.

“Well, enough about me. Was there something specific that brought you out here on such an early morning?”

Your bright smiled dimmed, and Taeyong noticed it immediately.

“Just wanted to exercise, that’s all,” you murmured in a soft voice.

He’s watched you enough in videos to know you were lying, and that made him worried. Taeyong lifted up your chin with his pointer finger until you were forced to look at him directly.

“Hey, hey, is something wrong? You can tell me, you know,” he whispered lowly, looking at you with so much care and compassion in his eyes you almost melted in his hand.

You then remembered the words of your mentors when his thumb started to stroke you lips. “Be careful of those predator idols, alright? There’s many male idols that like to prey on young, rookie idols like you.”

You stepped slightly backward, eyes wide. “Are you one of those predator idols my teacher told me about? Because please, don’t touch me.”

His eyes widened slightly until he burst into laughter. You watched in confusion as he cracked up, holding his waist with how hard he was laughing.

“No, I’m not. I promise. I can tell you some idols from my company that are like that, but I promise you, I’m not.”

You pouted suspiciously at him until he smiled disarmingly at you, and you relented.

“Alright.”

A brief silence ensued until Taeyong spoke up. “But seriously Y/N, what’s wrong? You seem… really troubled.”

An inner war raged inside you for a few minutes until you turned to him.

“I’m exercising because I’m fat,” you told him, hugging yourself in comfort.

“Wait, what?” Taeyong exclaimed.

“Yeah. I just… well someone told me I needed to lose some weight so,” you waved your hands helplessly, “here I am.”

Taeyong never felt so furious in his life. Who would dare insult this goddess? Y/N was perfection, she was better than anyone he’s ever known.

“What the hell? Y/N, I can confidently tell you that you are one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met and I’m from SM, for god’s sake. You are gorgeous, okay? Don’t let anyone ruin that for you,” Taeyong exclaimed, struggling to keep his boiling hot temper in check.

You sighed. “It doesn’t even matter if I’m pretty. I’m kind of dumb too, and I can barely sing.”

Taeyong was one word away from snapping and murdering whoever planted these thoughts in your head. What kind of bullshit was this? Y/N was the kind of person who deserved to be always smiling and laughing, not wallowing in self doubt. His fingers clenched in the pocket of his windbreaker.

“Look, whoever told you this bullshit is lying out of their ass, okay? You are not dumb, and you can sing. I’ve only known you for a little while but I know you are intelligent, even just talking to you for a bit. Plus, you’re the main vocal for a reason. You can outsing most of these female rookies these days. Seriously, fuck the person who told you this crap,” Taeyong seethed.

You saw how angry he looked and warmth filled your being. Was he really this mad on behalf for you?

You touched his arm, and he settled down a bit. You looked at the deep, dark eyes you thought you feared and smiled widely. Taeyong thought you looked beautiful, smiling a real smile unlike the ones you plastered onto your face during those variety shows.

“Thank you... oppa.”

Taeyong never felt so aroused and in awe time at the same in his life.

Fuck. You had messed up big time.

Your voice had cracked, in the middle of your fucking high note on stage during the live recording. Holy crap, you were in for a world of trouble when you got back to the dressing room.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mumbled, striding across the hallways.

“Y/N?”

Shownu, in his manly glory, stood in front of you with his face a mask of utter concern.

“S-Sunbaenim.”

“It’s just oppa to you, alright?” he smiled.

Oppa. Even saying that in your mind felt wrong.

“Is it not a bit unprofessional? We hardly know each other,” you asked cautiously, trying not to cross any boundaries. Sometimes, you hated this culture of having to be so respectful to your elders to the point of self-degradation.

His smile fell. “O-Oh, that’s fine. If that’s more comfortable for you.”

You kind of felt guilty at the forlorn expression on his face, but even so, it just felt wrong.

“Well, anyway, you did great on stage,” Shownu offered.

You snorted in disbelief before covering your mouth, horrified at your lack of grace and respect.

“I… was not satisfactory at all. I have to work harder.”

“What’s wrong? I saw you dancing. You and your group did amazing.”

“Sunbaenim, my voice cracked. During my solo part. In the climax.”

He was speechless for a moment, unable to respond to that. Shownu quickly recovered, a disarming smile back in place on his chiseled face.

“I, well, that’s unfortunate. However, you’re just a rookie– you have a lot of time to improve!”

You bit your tongue to stop yourself from arguing him. He debuted once, he knows what it’s like for rookie idols. Even now, the standard is so high for rookies to be perfect in looks, dancing, and singing. It was unreasonable, but the business was harsh; that’s what it was.

“Thank you, sunbaenim.” You bowed to him politely.

He bowed in return and almost turned to leave until it looked like he remembered something.

“Wait, is your manager still doing… you know?”

You bit your lip, desperately trying to find a way out of this.

“Ah! Look at the time. The stylist told me she needs to, um, retouch something! Yeah, so I better get going. Bye!”

You quickly fled before you could see the intrigued expression on the handsome man’s face. Running reluctantly to your group’s dressing room, you hesitantly opened the door and entered.

“Yah, what the hell was that?!”

There she was again, in her full resentful glory. Mrs. Kim.

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you took off your heels. Reaching up to loosen the velvet pussy-bow tie that was suffocating you, you slumped back into a chair while the other members were… what were they doing? Practicing?

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Kim,” you offered weakly, hoping to end this scolding soon because you felt like you were about to fall asleep any minute.

“Sorry? Sorry?! That’s all you can say for yourself for that, that travesty you dishonored the company with on stage?!” Mrs. Kim yelled, slamming the door and getting up in your face. You could see the stress lines in her forehead and the remains of her old beauty, her youthful beauty turned into this old hag.

“I- It was a mistake,” you stuttered, folding your hands in your lap and turning your gaze downwards.

“Your voice fucking cracked on stage— what the fuck? I thought you were our main vocalist for a reason! We should just replace you with a dying pig and no one would notice!”

Mrs. Kim went on to pace angrily throughout the small dressing room, releasing a barrage of insults while throwing things around. She got red-faced and puffy, violent, ranting how you were an utter disgrace and you were a slut who couldn’t even sing.

“ — hope you realize the gravity of your actions today! Why, if I were you—”

“But you’re not,” you whispered, feeling a strange energy in you.

Mrs. Kim paused in her furious pacing, and turned to your folding chair.

“What did you say to me, you pig?!” She hissed, getting all up in your face again.

“Are you deaf? I said, “I said “But you’re not”, Mrs. Kim,” you sullenly glare up at her.

“I’m going to kill you—”

You suddenly push back your chair, the poor folding chair sliding back harshly until it banged into a makeup desk.

“Wake up, Mrs. Kim. You will never be me, nor can you ever be me,” you gritted out, suddenly towering over her until she had to step back.

“You don’t know shit, you’re a failed idol. You had one hit-- a dance hall song!-- and that was it, until your fame and beauty faded out and then you were forgotten in the eyes of the public.”

You crossed your arms as she seemed conflicted, a mixture of rage and anger and wounded pride glimmering hatefully in her beady black eyes.

“How can you even criticize me when you didn’t even sing? Dance well? You couldn’t do anything as a MGirls member, not even perform.”

“Then, when all of it was gone, you asked yourself many times, “why am I working at the gas station? I was an idol”, until you started blaming the world.”

You felt invincible. You saw Taeyong smiling and getting angry on your behalf and his lips and color and vibrancy— it was like something physical inside you snapped and released all your anger on your manager.

“It’s their fault I’m barely making money, it’s their fault I can’t perform well, it’s their fault that I’m not loved or payed attention anymore— until you finally met someone that you could vent your anger out onto: me.”

“But wake the fuck up Mrs. Kim. You can not and never will be what I am. Don’t be jealous that I’m living the life you always wanted,” you spat in her face.

Uncharacteristically, she went silent for a moment. The perpetually deep lines on her face softened and made her look much nicer, much motherly. Mrs. Kim was truly unreadable and you couldn’t tell what she was thinking at all.

The edges of your lips lifted.

Suddenly, pain bloomed in your cheek as your head was slapped to the side. Her slap hurt so badly that the site of impact felt numb and you lifted your hands, rubbing your probably red cheek.

You didn’t have to time to recover as she reared back her fist with an expression of utter rage, her lips pulled up in a ferocious sneer as her beady eyes looked like they wanted to pierce you.

The blow hurt stung the crown of your head and you cried out, but Mrs. Kim quickly wrenched your long hair and pulled. Your mouth opened to scream, but her other fist gripped your jaw so tightly it felt like she wanted to crush it with her manicured hands.

“You bitch,” your irate manager snarled, as she spit in your face.

Her foot delivered a punishing blow to your exposed midriff, and the air was taken out of you as you fell back onto the ground. You tried to curl into a fetal position as she pulled her leg back again and again to hurt you, punish you as her embarrassment and rage against the world culminated in a tiny dressing room backstage of a music broadcast.

The world was spinning as she forced your face to look up at her, while you were lying, wounded, on the ground. In your blurry vision, even you could see the psychotic and deranged smile on her face as she knelt beside you.

“Thank god we’re done recording,” she said, and then the world went black.

Taeyong was roaming around the halls of backstage, unable to stay in the dressing room with the members awkward and nervous atmosphere. He wasn’t a fucking stranger, for fuck’s sake but they acted like he was a new member in the group. Taeyong gritted his teeth and his jaw went taut as he remembered when they thought he wasn’t looking, they sent him pitying glances and sighs of sadness.

Taeyong inconspicuously grabbed some pills from his bag and burst out the door, unable to handle the stifling environment. He fully intended to take the two white tablets in his hand in some kind of isolated place, but first, had to remember where all the good places were.

He remembered the first time roaming these halls and meeting his sunbaes, incredibly in awe of their confident yet polite demeanors. Now he was the sundae, as groups younger than him and new rookies nearly tripped over themselves to bow and greet him. They looked at him in awe, “Korea’s Visual Treasure” as nicknamed by Vogue, while not looking discreetly at his formerly broken leg to see if he was limping or something like that.

And as always, his thoughts drifted back to Y/N. His smile turned utterly lovesick and infatuated when he thought of seeing you when you were a rookie, in your demure pink tennis skirt and fucking stockings. The ones that ended at mid-thigh and was held up by garters, the ones that every senior boy group jacked off to every night.

He fingered the thin slip of lace in his front pocket, rubbing it between his fingers in tandem with his heeled boots clicking on the ground.

What were they?

Why, they were your panties, of course.

What else would it be? Whose else would it be?

Taeyong lovesick grin was luckily not seen by anyone as they curled up in a delirious edge. They were hard to attain, as was everything related to you was. He had gone through several parties to find your dorm’s housecleaner, a young girl that was easily bribed into taking a pair of panties and some of your tank tops from your drawers. His love for you knew no bounds, nothing as silly as the law and the right to privacy would stop him.

But then, he remembered that guy.

Shownu.

That son of a bitch touching Y/N, looking so concerned when he was basically on top of her. Taeyong saw the intentions in his eyes, the way he undressed you with his mind and the way they roamed over your figure.

He was going to kill him, one day, he swore. Maybe chop off an important part or something so Shownu could never lay a damned finger on your holiness.

His phone buzzed. As he looked at his phone, he realized it was nearing prep time and grimaced. He looked for a door leading downstairs, vaguely recognizing the hallway as the fifth floor. Taeyong opened the door to what he thought was the stairwell, and instead realized it was a storage closet.

The blond-haired man was about to shut the door until he saw the hall lights striking upon something shimmery and he stepped forward to take a better look.

It seemed to be from some kind of fake clothing gem, attacked to the middle of a pussy bow. His eyes followed the shape of the pussy bow to the top, followed the new line of something vaguely human and soft and when he opened the door a tiny bit more to see better, his heart leapt into his throat.

It was you.

Taeyong saw you, the girl of his dreams and nightmares, spread across the dirty tiles of the storage closet like a doll whose strings had been cut. Even in the dark and with red and purple bruises blooming like flowers onto your skin you were still enticing.

His panic gave way to unwanted lust, his addiction to this girl coming back in full force when she was right in front of him like she was delivered there. He bit his lip as genuine care and concern battled the shameless wantonness that arose when he saw the tantalizing peaks of your breasts through the white shirt. Your skirt had splayed haphazardly across your legs, revealing inch by inch the delicious skin leading to your core until his vision was impeded by black safety shorts. Taeyong’s hungry eyes made out the shape of your mound through the spandex and dropped to his knees, so overcome by care and lust that his weak body could barely contain the sensations.

His vision swam until it focused back on you, where the dark lights illuminated your body like a halo. He crawled on his hands and knees, the package between his thighs physically throbbing in need, while he came closer to your prone body.

He raised a tentative hand to touch your glowing skin until his right mind screamed at him to stop, that this was immoral and dishonorable but the pill he took 15 minutes ago egged him on to go on. The hand that had paused in the air resumed its descent onto your body, landing softly onto your knee.

Taeyong held his breath as he softly stroked the skin of your knee, and when you didn’t show any signs of waking up he got braver. His whole palm rested on your played out leg, tracing over the bruises with tenderness. His hand seemed to wander down to his trousers on its own, palming his cock in his cupped hand roughly until he was dry-humping his own hand. He closed his shadowed eyes shamefully, blocking out the shear embarrassment of the situation.

Taeyong heard a small moan of pain then jerked his hands away from his half-stained trousers when he saw your petal lips open slightly.

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was darkness and the silhouette of a person stood against the cracked light of a doorway,

Then you registered the burning pain all over body, mainly on your stomach and back. A pained scream left your lips as you curled deeper into yourself, trying to escape the bone-deep ache of the injuries.

“Shhh, shhh,” the silhouette whispered as the presence settled beside you, a man’s almost painful heat pressing into your skin like a brand.

He started stroking you back and you unconsciously leaned into his heat, wanting his all-consuming warmth to burn away the aches and pains that you body was composed of until you snapped back into reality.

You jerked away suddenly from the man and his touches, backing away frantically until your back painfully banged into a metal shelving unit.

Your mouth opened to scream but it was blocked by a hand, his hand, and it clamped over your mouth so that it muffled your panicked noises.

“Wait, shit, hold on—“

The dingy light of the supply closet flicked on and the cold light threw everything into relief. Your thrashing ceased as you saw those haunting eyes staring right at you, so uncomfortably close you didn’t know how to react.

Taeyong-sunbaenim kneeled in front of you, the gaunt hollows of his face deepened even further by the light of the one light bulb hanging above you.

As he saw you were not protesting anymore, he carefully removed his hand and leaned back, sitting on the floor in front of you.

An awkward silence enveloped both of you until you caught sight of your bruised arms and legs and you yelped, frantically trying to cover the evidence of your weakness from one of the most handsome and captivating individuals you’ve ever met.

The most handsome and captivating individual.

Ever.

“Hey, hey, no, it’s alright you don’t need to hide it from me,” Taeyong urged, extending his hands as if to help.

Please don’t, he begged silently. Don’t hide yourself from me. Don’t deny me your perfection.

You curled further into you self and buried your face into folded knees, hardly looking at him. You struggled not to burst out in tears, whether it be from the furious beating you received or the embarrassment you did not know, but they still bubbled up.

More silence preceded until he broke it.

“What happened?” he whispered tenaciously.

“…me,” you whispered back.

You heard a small huff of air when a pair of arms wrapped around your trembling body.

“It was that person, huh?”

You bit your lip and nodded into his broad and strong shoulders, feeling tired and drained all the sudden. It was like his touch had sucked away all your anxiousness and worries, just leaving you and him and nothing else.

“Y/N?”

“Oppa,” you mumbled. You didn’t hear the sharp intake of breath as you continued. “Oppa, she beat me up.”

“Who’s she, baby girl?” he urged, but you still didn’t hear the dangerous edge to his deep voice,

“M-my manager,” you said almost silently.

Somehow, he must have heard you or felt your lips move against his shoulder because he tensed up and his grip on you tightened.

“You’re fucking manager did this? She beat you up? Called you fat? Dumb?”

Even though you didn’t answer as a wave of brutal pain passed over you, he understood.

“I’m going to rip the throat out of that motherfucking whore—“ he hissed as he motioned to get up until your small hands tightened on his shoulders.

“...Please, don’t leave me. Please,” you cried, clinging tightly to him.

Taeyong looked down at your face, knew that you were delusional with pain and probably wanted anyone to hold you, but he couldn’t resist your red eyes and trembling lips…

His shoulders untended and he carefully sat back on the ground, pulling you into his lap. You straddled his lap while you sobbed into his silk stage shirt in total pain.

Totally forgetting his prep and the pills he was supposed to take in his pocket,  all of his intense focus was on you. After this small taste of your gift, he knew he would never be able to live without it again.

He just couldn’t.

You looked out the window of the private clinic, deep in the neighborhoods of Seoul. IV’s and various cords were hooked up to your arms as you shifted against the cotton material of your hospital dress.

A sigh escaped your lips when you saw the piles of bandages wrapped around your legs, reminding you of an embalmed body from Egypt or South America.

Wonderful thoughts.

The door creaked open as the nurse click-clacked in, a polite smile on her face.

“I’ll be rewrapping the bandages again, is that alright?”

“Y-yes,” you croaked out, immediately reaching out for the glass of water beside you.

Your eyes began to get entranced by the repetitive actions of the nurse as she unwrapped and wrapped, snipped and snapped.

When you turned to look around the room, you could see the nurse out of your periphery looking piteously at your bruises. That summed up most of the reaction of the clinic when you limped in with Taeyong. They quickly and quietly admitted you in, and when finally asking the origin of the injuries, you had lied. You had told them you fell in the gym while Taeyong thrummed in anger beside you and the doctor scribbled in the false information. They even knew for sure that you were beaten up when they examined your wounds, but they pretended not to know and put you to bed.

“There, that’s all better,” she smiled softly.

Just as she was about to walk out the door, she seemed to remember something.

“Oh, also, someone left you a get-well gift. I’ll get it.”

Soon your hands arms were full of a fluffy pink teddy bear, it’s beaded eyes and stitched-on smile beaming dopily up at you. A sky-blue ribbon was wrapped around its neck, and you shifted the bear like it was a baby to read the note attached to it.

“Get better soon, my lovely junior. -Oppa :)”

Your lips parted slightly in shock as you stared at the beautiful present, not believing the larger-than-life Global Idol Lee Taeyong would send you a get better gift. Or let you cry on his shoulder. Or accompany you to the hospital. Wow.

The door to your room opened once again, but it was not the nurse that walked through, but the main doctor.

“Y/N-ssi, it’s nice to see you looking better.”

He sat down in a chair beside your bed and pulled out an important looking binder, emblazoned with words that disappeared too fast for you to read as he opened it.

“Y/N-ssi, I want to talk to you about your injuries.”

You automatically grimaced and your hands clasped your arms, hugging yourself.

“We all know you were physically hit in some kind of fashion.” he continued, maintaining eye contact with you.

“We also wanted to know if you wanted to file a police report.”

“No!” you automatically rejected. First, it was because of the embarrassment, but then it was the fact that you were an idol and you weren’t supposed to get into these kind of situations. Plus, who would believe you anyway?

“Well, alright, if that’s what you think is best for you—”

Suddenly, the door to the room burst open and you spot Sunmi panting.

“Sunmi?” you asked, perplexed. The doctor in front of you could only stare in utter confusion.

“Y/N,” she wheezed. “It’s manager Mrs. Kim.”

“She’s in the ER— injured.”

“Sunbaenim?” you asked through the phone, voice muffled from crying.

“Y/N? Is everything alright? Also, it’s oppa,” Taeyong urgently replied. As usual, his deep timbre sent shivers down your spine even through a phone line.

“C-can you come here? I’m so sorry, I know that if you can’t, it’s alright, it’s just—” you rambled in embarrassment, ashamed of having to ask for help.

“Y-yeah, it’s alright, I’ll be there soon, okay? Stay put for oppa.”

The line goes dead and you stare out the window of your dorm room blankly. No one was in the dorm right now, all visiting Mrs. Kim in the hospital while the company ordered you on bedrest.

You weren’t exactly rioting.

After dropping the huge bombshell on you, Sunmi tried to get you out of the room but the doctor had refused, stating you had to rest at least a week to go back outside. Sunmi sullenly relented while you hadn’t protested at all from the side.

Bits and pieces of information filtered back to you in your hospital bed. Mrs. Kim was currently in the hospital in a medically-induced coma after she was found 11 stories down from her apartment roof, splayed out on the road. She was barely breathing when the EMT reached her.

The doctors had stated they were unsure if there was foul play involved, since Mrs.Kim had shown an increasingly frayed psyche in the past few months. However, there was evidence she was pushed off the roof since her injuries showed signs of fighting.

You didn’t know what to think.

At this time, you heard the doorbell ring and you jumped up from the bed, almost tripping as you tried to get to the front door. The cold air conditioner breeze brushed your thighs and you were suddenly reminded you were half naked, only clad in a gigantic t-shirt and panties.

A blush rose up on your cheeks as you fumbled to find some shorts. Can you imagine what would’ve happened if you faced the mighty Lee Taeyong clad only in an oversized shirt and tighty-whities?

After pulling on a pair of shorts, you pulled open the door to find the slender figure of Lee Taeyong dominating the entryway. He was sporting just a regular white t-shirt and black skinny jeans, although not without shades and a medical mask. Taeyong looked like every manhwa fantasy school girls had, the picture perfect image of a bad boy on the regular.

You hurriedly pulled him in, looking around the hall to see if there were any nosy neighbors but finding none, you closed the wooden door.

Suddenly, he was too close to you. Your head was close to his chest and you smelled his expensive cologne and something that was just him, something that broke through your willpower and insisted you just stand there and inhale all of him. A small “eep!” escaped your mouth at the unfamiliar distance between you and Taeyong.

“C-come in! Do you want anything to eat? Drink?” you stuttered, guiding him to the living room as he took off his expensive-looking sneakers.

“Nah, I’m alright,” he said, and plopped himself on a couch.

An awkward silence pervaded the area as you looked down in embarrassment and his eyes wandered all over the place. Oh god, he probably spotted the huge pile of dirty dishes in the sink. And the copious amount of junk food you and Bella had scattered on the counter.

“Well, uh, I’m sorry, but—”

“Hey, no, you can tell me everything, okay?” he rebutted, the perfect picture of concern.

You fidgeted again, inwardly hating yourself for being so weak and shy in the presence of Taeyong. He probably thought you were so weak rookie girl who couldn’t deal with shit.

“Well, I don’t know how to tell you anything if you can’t start. Trust me,” he beamed, leaning in closer to you.

So you started. You told him all about what happened (all though he had a glint in his eye when you told him your manager was in a coma) and what you were feeling, the guilt of being ecstatic that the person who helped make your career was now effectively a vegetable.

“Fuck, I don’t know what’s going to happen. The company doesn’t have any staff that could help with this mess, and we’re almost bankrupt for god’s sake, and adding to the fact that we have a new album repackage coming up? I literally have no idea what’s going to happen.”

You rub your temples and bury your face in your hands. Taeyong is pensive for a while until you can feel his weight shifting on the couch, scooting closer to you.

You feel his tentative hand grasp your shoulder and a cool hand grasp your chin.

“Hey, look at me,” he whispers soothingly. His hand moves down from your shoulder to your upper arm, rubbing soothing circles into your arm. “I honestly am no help to you. But, realistically, after looking at your debut, you’re on an upward spiral.”

You didn’t feel his fingers trembling on your skin as you were so enraptured by his eyes, deep dark depths that bored into like a drill.

“– you’ll get those brand deals, the concert invitations, just wait for it, ‘cause I know I did.”

The edges of his lips lifted in a small smirk as his hand trailed from your upper arm to your curled hands, grasping them softly and then with more pressure. Long, slim fingers folded over your own like a vice.

“I’m here, y’know?”

Your heartbeat rapidly as you closed the door to Taeyong, your whole body quaking in nervousness? Fear? Excitement? You had no idea anymore when it came to this man.

His fingers felt like they were still blazing fire over your skin, still leaving goosebumps in its wake. It was like those colors and feelings in that dream but in real life, splayed out in front of you.

You shakily padded back to your room, the cold air-conditioning brushing on your skin in a lacklustre reminder of Taeyong’s touches. You staggered onto your bed, collapsing into it and melting into the sheets.

Faux fur brushed against the side of your face, causing you to sneeze. You came face to face with the rather large teddy bear Taeyong sent you a few days ago, it’s black, beaded eyes staring right into your own as your curled around its stuffed body.

Funny, they looked like Taeyong’s, but had some kind of depth, like a camera lense or something…

You remembered his hands and his lips and his eyes as your hand unwittingly wandered down to your shorts, slipping beneath the waistband and fingering the lace of your panties. A small moan left your lips as your inner thigh nudged your teddy bear.

Everything felt hot as you slipped down your shorts and rolled over onto your belly, lying atop Taeyong’s gift. Your panty-clad hips undulated onto the bear as you hid your heated face into your pillow. It was so embarrassing to do something like this, god, this was so wanton. Who the hell humped their teddy bear?

The teddy bear’s fur tickled your thighs as you ground down more upon it, jolting energy into your whole body and making every hair stand on end. It was like the soft caress of a lover, the brushes of Taeyong’s hand that made you shiver in pleasure and at that the unusual feeling.

Your t-shirt rode up and up until it reached right under your breasts, and the mound of material annoyed you so much you took it off and threw it off to Sunmi’s general side of the room. Your bare breasts were sensitive to the fabrics underneath you, your nipples scraping your sheets over and over until they were erect.

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered, feeling the wet stain on your panties with your fingers.

Still, your hips ground more and more into the bear until your panties were so soaked through they were basically useless and you slipped them down your legs. You were completely naked now and clutching onto your bedsheets for dear life as you thighs clamped down upon the toy.

A delirious cry left your lips as your clit felt the tiny hairs of the fur brush once, twice upon your nether lips. You could only move faster, gritting your teeth at the unexplainable feelings that exploded inside of you. You felt like you were possessed, a slave, to your desire as your fingers slipped themselves inside your sopping wet hole.

You imagined they were Taeyong’s fingers sliding in and out of you while you were curled on his lap. Your face would be buried into his shoulder, involuntary tears slipping out as you ground against his slender appendages. You would feel his broad chest rumble with laughter, clutching you tighter as he thrusted harder and harder into your core.

His thumb would slowly sneak it’s way up to the bundle of nerves hidden under a hood of skin, and when he would suddenly press his thumb on it—

“Shit!”

Colors and flashes of light exploded in your tightly-closed eyes, your teeth biting into your lips with force. Your bare body seized in pleasure, contorting in all sorts of ways, unable to handle the pleasure. A flood of liquid left your pussy and it coated your thighs, the fur of the teddy bear clenched in between your legs. Tears leaked out of your eyes in sheer pleasure, and you pitifully ground your hips into the bear to prolong your orgasm.

You could only hear the sound of heavy breathing in your room and you rolled onto your back, staring at the stark-white ceiling above you. A glint from the periphery of your eye caused your head to turn.

Your mouth dropped open at the puddle of glistening liquid coating the teddy bear Taeyong had bought you, staining the fur a dark pink. God, what the hell had you done?

Embarrassment quickly took over you as you cleaned yourself up, putting the bear and your soaked panties in the washing machine. Everything cleaned up, you fell back into bed and turned off the lamp.

As you lied in bed, ready to sleep, one thought occurred to you.

How did Taeyong know your address?

A few miles away, in an state-of-the-art dance studio, a blond-haired man in a bathroom could only stare in shock at the image of Y/N’s breasts bouncing as she ground back on forth on something. When he got the daily notification of his private camera in the feed named “Baby Girl”, he rushed

However, he didn’t expect this.

This masterpiece of Y/N, her pretty pink lips parted and presumably giving way for moans. Her eyes were shut in pleasure as both of her hands clasped over her mouth, and Taeyong could see the angle of the camera shifting downward as she humped more and more.

He could see the fur of the bear and her core rolling over and over the belly, yet he couldn’t see her true treasure. Flashes of popped up occasionally as she rose up like a tidal wave but only to sink back down into the stuffing of the bear.

Taeyong took a deep breath and flushed down the pills in his back pocket into the toilet, knowing how much of an idiot move this was. You couldn’t go cold-turkey, he knew; you had to go through therapy and rehab and all that kind of crap. But, Taeyong didn’t have time. Idols were discreet and expected to deal with messes alone, so he could deal with the withdrawal period to focus his full attention on this.

Y/N bouncing up and down on his phone screen, in pleasure.

Just for him.

Only for him.

Shownu yawned as he walked to his apartment’s mail cabinets. Dressed in only sweatpants and a sweatshirt, he hoped no one from the press would see him.

It was relaxing to be alone. So he bought an apartment away from the members, an apartment building filled with the elderly so fans shouldn’t be here. It was his own haven of isolation, his breath of fresh air from the punishing lights of the stage.

He shook his head in disbelief at his silly philosophical thoughts, and pulled out his key.

Inside the box was a fat bunch of mail, him guessing it was probably 75 percent junk mail. As he walked up the stairs, he sorted the various flyers and letters and his guess was right.

Seriously, he didn’t need another ad for plastic surgery.

However, when soon got up to his apartment door, a small letter underneath all that pile of junk remained in his hand.

A simple “셔누” (Shownu) graced the front, but no return address listed. There were no postage stamps or anything.

Suddenly, he felt a bad feeling about this. Shownu was not usually the superstitious kind of guy, but when something as minimal and small as this shows up, it’s never something good.

Was it a sasaeng, an obsessed girl trying to contact him? Trying to get his attention?

God, he hated sasaengs. Did they have no shame? No basic respect for privacy? For god’s sake, he had to break the lease on the apartment he was about to get 3 months ago when a fan found out he was moving, and now he was here.

They were so obsessed with this ideal of him, an idyllic version of someone who he probably wasn’t at all. The girls that followed him on flights, called his number in the wee hours in the morning, the one time someone actually broke into his hotel room in California.

They weren’t in love, they were fucking psychotic. Infatuated with someone who wasn’t him.

Shownu shut the door to his apartment and after throwing all the junk mail into the trashcan, he stretched out on his favorite leather sectional.

The simple white letter with simple black letters stared back at him. Should he at least get this screened or something first?

To hell with it, he was curious.

The first thing that fell out was a newspaper clipping. On the 3rd page of the Korea herald, was a small section announcing the hospitalization of Kim Sohye, a middle-aged woman whom was a popular idol in the nineties. The article went on to detail how she was splayed across the road in blood, having either been pushed or fallen off the roof of her apartment building. Now, she was in a medically-induced coma.

What did this have to do with him?

He was quite annoyed, thinking someone was probably fucking with him, until he saw the last part of the article.

Kim Sohye is the manager of FEM, a rookie girl group who has just gotten their first win. No word has been released from their company on what will happen to the group’s activities.

While he was shocked, Shownu lad a large part of him that yelled “good riddance!” to the woman who had verbally abusing Y/N.

Good for her then, he’d have to find some way to check up on her. Maybe backstage at Music Core?

Another white paper fell out of the envelope, the paper feeling quite slippery to the touch.

Shownu,

I took care of the manager when you couldn’t. I actually did something instead of watching from the sidelines. Anyways, good luck trying to reach Y/N. She isn’t interested in you, you know? My goddess is simply too good for your whoring ways.

With much loathing,

A Fellow Idol

(P.S. By the way, I don’t think you’ll be able to reach her anyway. You should’ve stuck to your gut and got this piece of mail screened. This letter is coated in a poison that goes airborne when the envelope is opened. You won’t be touching Y/N anytime soon. Rot in hell, you son of a bitch.)

Shownu, horrified, belatedly realized the slipperiness of the paper was due to the poison. He was so confused, so filled with fear and that all ended when everything went black.

Laughter filled the apartment as sunlight streamed through the window.

“D-Did you see that? He- ha!”

“He just— I’m dying!”

You and Taeyong were curled up on the couch, laughing your asses off at the viral facebook post of cute shiba dogs being clumsy. You were stilled wrapped up in your laughter, however, the man’s warmth next to you still made you self-conscious. Taeyong might be a comfortable friend instead of an intimidating senior, but he was still an intimidating man. Pretty-boy looks he was known for, but whenever you were near him, there was a sort of self-assuredness and confidence that cornered you and had you speechless.

Well, not so much nowadays. Taeyong and you were genuinely good friends after the whole debacle. He talked to you, listened to you, gave you advice: even drove you to the hospital to visit your injured manager while standing as emotional support outside the room.

Although, Taeyong was sort of… strange? Perhaps it was just you, since you had never had a close guy friend or any romantic relationship of the sort, but something felt off. The handsome man never really wanted to leave you, not in the lovey-dovey kind of way but in the kind of intrusive fashion that made you late for things. Talking about other men in the presence of him had him incensed and sullen, often blackening his mood and ruining the day for both of you. He also had a weird thing about calling him oppa, always insisting you use the term instead of “sunbaenim” or”-ssi”.

You stroked your teddy bear in thought, hugging it tightly and blushing, remembering the things you had done with the teddy bear. Hugging it tight and close in embarrassment, a hard object pressed into your chest. Hoping Taeyong (who was enraptured by the video on screen) was not looking, you gently felt up the teddy bear.

In your fingers was something hard and square underneath all the fluff and stuffing of the bear’s head. You imperceptibly frowned. Was it a box of some sort? Maybe it was a device that helped it speak?

You watched Taeyong through your eyelashes, his sharp features glinting with the reflected light from the screen. God, he was so handsome.

Momentarily forgetting the box, you felt a deep ache in your heart for Taeyong. He was too kind, too gentle and caring for you not to fall deeply for. Stupid, inane, ridiculous— this infatuation was all sorts of stupid for so many reasons.

You were barely 20, he was already 25.

You just debuted, a rookie; he. an established senior.

You an idol from a small company; he, from a behemoth.

You, a girl who would get attacked for whatever she did; he, a beneficiary of a double standard.

But the heart wants what it wants.

You felt tears inadvertently well up in your eyes as you finally feel the hopelessness of the situation. Turning away so Taeyong wouldn’t notice the glistening tear roll down your cheek, you quickly compose yourself and turn back.

“Oppa? I’m going to get something, okay?”

He turned and you were once again faced with the full force of his attention. It was like a bag of sand on your shoulder, except you weren’t an air balloon and they weren’t getting cut off. No, they were piled and piled onto you like you were supposed to drown.

“Yeah, yeah. I get the cute babies and dogs all to myself now,” he joked, leaning back into the couch.

You took the hand of your teddy all the way to your bedroom, wiping your eyes along the way. You imagined you looked somewhat like a distressed toddler, padding back to your room.

Holding down the bear, you raised the pair of scissors over the gift.

Snip. Snip. Snip.

White stuffing exploded out of the cut, going this way and that way as you stuck your hand in. After a few seconds of blind searching, you pulled out the box you had felt against your chest earlier.

There, resting on your palm, was a camera with a blinking red light.

Taeyong lounged on the couch, feeling content but a little restless.

A feeling that usually pervaded his whole body when he was away from you.

When he could not touch you, see you, feel you, Taeyong was antsy. He couldn’t sit still, his eyes zoomed around like balls on a roulette table, couldn’t focus. It was like withdrawal, but from you.

His members noticed. They noticed he was maybe a tiny bit healthier, less gaunt, but forever distracted. Yuta remarked sullenly that he was always on his phone, never making time for the rest of the members in the dorm.

But how could he? How could he focus when dancing when his baby girl was just one swipe away?

Taeyong’s leg bounced up and down as he waited for Y/N to return from her room.

“Sunbaenim.”

Taeyong’s dark brows furrowed as heard your voice. You haven’t called him “sunbaenim” in private in weeks.

He turned around and what he saw nearly made his heart stop.

Taeyong’s face went through several phases. He turned bone-white in shock, eyes wide in panic, and stuttering in desperation.

“What is this?” you asked, your tone deceptively light.

“Y/N—”

“Why did I find a camera recording inside the stuffed bear you gave me?”

For once, Taeyong was speechless. He didn’t have a smooth condolence or excuse to give you. His eyes looked pained when his hands reached out towards you.

“Y/N, baby, let me explain.”

“Don’t call me baby! You better have some damn good explanation for this, I- after all this time? You’ve been spying on me?” you voice had gotten very angry but then had immediately turned anguished.

“Baby girl, please, I had to keep eyes on you somehow! I couldn’t just let you go, can’t you understand?”

“Understand what?”

“I’m fucking in love with you! I need you! I can’t breathe, can’t sleep, can’t eat without you!”

You reared back in shock.

“Taeyong, this isn’t love,” you spoke slowly, backing away from him. “T-this is obsession. You need help”

“This is love, Y/N. I have given up everything for you, I’ve done everything for you.”

He stalked towards you slowly, trying to not scare you off like a frantic doe.

“Why do you think your manager suddenly fell of a building? That bitch certainly didn’t fall off by herself. I fucking pushed her fat ass, I hid near the roof entrance and threw her off the skyline. It’s a pity she isn’t dead, but you know what? She’s in a coma and in pain, she deserves it after hurting you.”

“Oh my god—”

“There’s more! Remember our dear, handsome, Shownu?”

An expression of horror befell your face and seized your heart.

“No—”

“Your dearest Shownu is in the ER after being poisoned. It isn’t on the news, but I sent him that letter. It was a letter coated in poison. Poison that goes airborne after being exposed to the air after 24 hours in being in liquid form. He couldn’t man up for you, so I did away with him!” he shouted, sounding crazed and delirious and not like your Taeyong at all.

“Taeyong, you’re scaring me!”

He sucked in a gasp of pain, distress radiating from his whole body. His eyes were like fractured glass, broken, and had a touch of desperation shining in those mesmerizing depths.“Oh no, baby—”

You stumbled away from his body.

He relented and sat back down on the couch reluctantly. When he sighed, it felt like he was on the cusp of doing something but he just put his head in his hands.

After a moment of tense fear, he spoke up. “I gave up so much for you. I gave up the pills for you.”

“Pills?”

“After my injury last year, I was addicted to narcotics. They just got rid of all the pain in my body and in my mind. You have to understand, baby girl, I was distraught. I couldn’t participate in the world tour with all my members, couldn’t see my fans, couldn’t even fucking perform of my broken leg. I didn’t even know if I would be able to perform afterwards.”

You let out a small gasp.

“But for you, after seeing you on stage on our win looking like salvation, I gave it all up—”

“ —and focused all on me,” you whispered.

He nodded, his eyes scanning over you and his body tense in anticipation, like he expected you to bolt.

Your head was spinning. All these revelations being revealed. Taeyong, the sweet, caring, oppa of yours that had helped you through pain was the a criminal, a menace to society that had nearly killed two people. He was insane, delusional, a sasaeng of the worst kind— the kind that thought he was in love. You needed space, or else him and his eyes and his passion would consume you and never let go.

“I- I Taeyong—”

“Oppa,” he muttered.

“-this,” you waved a frantic hand between the space of you two “isn’t healthy. I need to think—”

You hadn’t even blinked before Taeyong slammed you into a wall, pressing his lips onto you like a brand. His hands grasped your waist tightly to him like he was trying to meld your body with his, trying to crawl into a cavity and never come out.

“Baby girl,” he said in between the kisses. “Don’t leave, me, please.”

“No, we need to talk this out—”

“No talking, Y/N. Sometimes we need our bodies to express some things that can’t be spoken for us. I have been waiting to touch you for real for months.”

His slender fingers didn’t even fumble when they slid underneath your t-shirt. His thumbs massaged the skin of your sensitive sides. His fingers left goosebumps in their wake while they slowly traveled up and up until his hands were right beneath your bra.

Meanwhile, his other hand had played with the edge of the back your shorts. Slipping in and out, unable to choose whether to play with elastic of your shorts or your panties.

Please, just go in! You frantically thought and then immediately recoiled in disgust. This criminal, this murderer, was touching you and you submitted to him like a bitch in the heat? You raised your knee to hit to where the sun didn’t shine.

Almost predicting your actions, he smirked into your kiss and slipped in whole hand into your panties. Your knee dropped as you clenched your teeth, the wall supporting the whole of your weight. He was now cupping your butt in his large, slender hands and he pulled you in even more towards his body.

“Oh, baby girl, you’re mine, you know that? Since the day I saw you…”

His hand abruptly pushed your bra cup and was holding your breast in hand. A reluctant moan came from your lips as you tensed from the sensations.

“…to the day I saw you getting off on the teddy bear I gave.”

You gasped, embarrassed and ashamed then tried to push him off, but Taeyong took advantage of your parted lips and slipped his tongue. You were still a deep red, now knowing he knew of that time you humped his teddy bear picturing him, imagining his fingers you.

He chuckled deeply, letting it hang in the air. “What a naughty girl, huh? No one would never expect that kind of wantonness from you.”

“But, me?” He whispered, right at your ear. The puffs of air coming from his lips rushed over your skin and you shivered. You were so over-sensitized, feeling his hands on your butt on your chest on your neck— fuck, he was everywhere. You needed him stop before you couldn’t think why this was wrong and- “I see it. You’re all for me to devour.”

Taeyong started stripping off your shorts, and a soft hiss was heard as they were dropped to the floor around your feet. His talented hands started unclasping the clasp of your bra strap and you felt the decompression of the band around your chest.

“You’re like alcohol, you know? To me,” he casually said, as if you were having a conversation instead of groping each other.

He rubbed his fingers near the crevice of your thighs. “You begin the night wanting to nurse a glass, to savor it, taste it.”

“But in the end, you just end up drinking the whole damn thing and get the most wonderful high.”

Taeyong, without warning, pinched your clit. A shout left your lips and he quickly quieted you down, pressing his lips against yours. Your hands clenched his broad shoulders like a vice and you shamefully looked downwards, unable to look this man in the eyes. What were you doing with this- this sinner?

Rubbing two fingers against the wetness coating your nether lips, he slipped them in and curled.

“Taeyong!” you gasped.

He played your pussy like a well-practiced instrument, undulating with an unheard rhythm known to his ears only and you could only anticipate. A bit pressure this way, he learned, made you gasp, but a curl in this direction made you keen loudly and hump against your hand. You couldn’t believe your mind was kept captive by your helpless body, and you wished so badly you could tell him stop but--

He lightly stroked your clit and you jumped, shaking in his arms until he held you still. Over and over again he pressed but never at the prefect pressure or the perfect spot.

Abruptly, he pulled his fingers out of you. He nearly creamed himself when he saw you pouting your perfect lips up at him, pressing yourself against him like a wanton whore.

“Do you really want this, baby girl? Tell me,” he said, wrenching at your shirt to get it off.

“Yes!” you hissed, far beyond rational thought at this point.

“Well, my baby girl has to show it for oppa, okay?”

He scooped your bare legs up and sat on the couch, you straddling his lap.

“You’re going to cum while grinding yourself against my dick,” he smiled wickedly as he roughly guided your hips atop his bulge.

“W-what?” you asked confusion.

He grabbed your hand and placed it atop the bulge in his trousers. The bulge twitched and thrummed under your touch while a vein popped out from Taeyong’s forehead.

Taeyong leaned up to your ear. “You get to hump yourself against a real dick this time. Not some pathetic teddy bear.”

You looked reluctantly at him, butbegan to undulate your panty-clad pussy against his clothed dick.

“Faster, baby. You can do better than that.”

More and more you went over his dick, stimulating your clit in the most wonderful of ways. Actually having a warm presence under you increased your pleasure ten fold and adding in the fact it was Taeyong? One hundred fold. You felt a wet spot forming on his trousers and already soaking your ruined panties.

“I want to see you come undone for me. Need me. Want me.”

You clenched your eyes shut as you stuffed a hand in your mouth to stop yourself from screaming. You tried to angle your clit into touching the hump of his dick underneath his trousers, but it just rubbed against your pussy lips.

Taeyong thrust up for the first time while you, in mid grind, harshly pushed against his dick.

It hit the spot.

Even with your hand covering your mouth, your scream could be heard throughout the apartment. You came apart on Taeyong’s lap, not even being penetrated, and you shook uselessly against his chest.

He laughed that annoying chuckle again, cool and calm as a cucumber. He stroked your back as you came down from your high, holding you against him desperately.

“Good job baby girl, I’m gonna do my part now.”

Flipping you over on your back, he pulled at your panties you lifted yourself up, allowing him to take the soaked material from your core. Your pussy was exposed to the cold air and, seeing his eyes resting on your vagina, you clenched your legs together.

“Tsk, tsk, my baby girl shouldn’t hide herself away from me,” he spoke serenely while painfully wrenching your legs apart, veins popping out for his forearms from the effort.

He finally took your bra off your chest, and your nipples stiffened in the cold air.

Taeyong’s eyes glazed over and he groaned, nearly falling to his knees from the pure perfection of the sight of you naked.

Taeyong took off his shirt then unbuttoned his trousers and he exposed his cock to your hazy vision. He stroked his dick, spreading the precum along the veiny sides.

Lowering himself, he buried his head in your neck and his cock pressed against the entrance to your core. You grasped onto his broad shoulders, feeling his defined collarbones beneath your feelings, and tightened your grip.

“You’re the first thing I think of in the morning, anytime, and I’ll make you think of no one but me.”

With that, he thrusted harshly in. Mutual moans of appreciation were elicited from you two. He was a perfect fit inside of you, providing the puzzle piece to you incomplete puzzle. It felt like your nerves were going haywire after being surrounded by him.

“I knew you would be a perfect fit. You’re mine,” He stated it like a fact of nature.

He rolled his hips against yours and you couldn’t stay still. Your hand searched for something to latch onto in an ocean of pleasure, and Taeyong’s hand was the beacon of light to hold on to.

Your pussy clenched him at different times, often catching Taeyong off-guard and having to rein himself in from cumming inside you too quick. After your last pulse which nearly brought him crashing headfirst into oblivion, he removed himself from you.

You whined, your legs trying to bring him back in. However, Taeyong just flipped you over and dragged you to the edge of your couch, throwing you over the arm. Your butt stuck up high in the air while you buried your face into a pillow, screaming in anticipation. He quickly slipped himself back in and you screamed.

This position let you feel him better, and let him go deeper. He hit spots he hadn’t before while you were on your back. He was panting loudly, and you could bet sweat was running down the sides of his chiseled face.

All your pining and his obsession was coming to a culmination. He thrusted harder and harder into you until you could feel your cheeks turn red. You could feel his desperation in his hands, that clutched you like he was never going to let go and his thrusts, rutting into you like a demon.

“My goddess, my goddess,” he repeated like a mantra.

“Taeyong!” you yelped. Inside you was an even more vibrant explosion than your dreams could have ever fathomed, consuming your vision and you body and everywhere. You thrashed in this overwhelming pleasure, being consumed and devoured by a passion.

“Yes, baby girl, cum for me— oh, fuck!”

His hips stuttered as his cum coated your walls white, thrusting his semen into you. The feeling was so pleasurable you felt like you nearly had a second orgasm. You felt his cum coat the lips of your vagina and slowly run down your thighs.

He stopped, and hunched over you, breathing harshly. Taeyong put a shirt on you as he fell back into the couch, pulling you to sit on his lap.

“I- I love you!” you blurted out suddenly. You groaned in embarrassment as you covered your eyes.

“Baby girl, you don’t know how glad I am to hear that. I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you. I can’t even explain what I feel for you, that’s why I’ve done crazy things for you. Feelings like this come once in a lifetime and you can’t let them go, no matter the price,” he whispered, stroking your belly with infinitive care, knowing what must be forming in your belly right now.

The sound of a click resounded throughout the apartment and you looked up to see the three horrified faces of Bolin, Bella, and Sunmi through the doorway.

Sleep, Y/N. We’re going somewhere far, far away from here and I promise…

… you’ll love me…

…YOU’LL NEED ME…

holy shit, i have had to repost this because it’s not showing up in the tags im so sorry if you’ve seen this like 12837293472 times

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i LOVE seongwoo and shin yeeun but I'm just not feeling More Than Friends. maybe just because i wasn't expecting it to be the cliche™ romance kdrama. but!!! loved the cinematography!

(also kim dongjun ♥️!!!!)

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Novels

Everything in this list is extremely long, hence the title “Novels”.

Most of these works will be found on AFF/Wattpad and I have linked excerpts that I’ve already posted on Tumblr.

Subscriber count, duration of writing, year of start-completion and an excerpt will be provided for you to decide if it’s worth a read. 

If you’re only looking for content that’s available on Tumblr, then you can backspace and check out my Everything Tumblr masterlist/navi. 

BTS Based Works:

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7 Deadly Sins (2015) [Genre: Fantasy, Angels, Devils, Angst, Smut]

Main Characters: OC, Yoongi, Jungkook, Seokjin, the other members

Where you find it: On AFF and Wattpad

AFF Subscriber Count: 316

Excerpt from Chapter 3: Envy

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7 Deadly Sins 2: War (2015) [Genre: Fantasy, Angels, Devils, Angst, Smut]

Main Characters: OC, Jungkook, Seokjin, Taehyung, Yoongi, the other members

Where you can find it: On AFF and Wattpad

AFF Subscriber Count: 162

Excerpt from Chapter 6: Betrayal

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Tomorrow (2015) [Genre: Gang, Chaebol, Thriller, Smut, Angst, Drama]

Main Characters: OC, Taehyung, Jimin, the other members

Where you can find it: On AFF

AFF Subscriber Count: 706

Excerpt from Chapter 1

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Throne (2016-20) [Genre: Chaebol, Drama, Friendship, Angst]

Main Characters: OC, Taehyung, Namjoon

Where you can find it: On AFF

AFF Subscriber Count: 92

Excerpt from Chapter 19

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Remember (2015) [Genre: Psychological Thriller, Angst, Drama, Inspired by ‘While You Were Sleeping’ The Movie]

Main Characters: OC, Hoseok, Seokjin

Where you can find it: On AFF

AFF Subscriber Count: 96

NCT Based Works:

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Trigger (2016-18) [Genre: Murder, Crime, Romance, Angst] *TW: Suicide, Self-Harm

Main Characters: OC, Taeil, Yuta, Jaehyun, the other members

Where you can find it: On AFF and Wattpad

AFF Subscriber Count: 151

Excerpt from Chapter 4: Latibule

Wanna One Based Works:

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11 Quests (2017-18) [Genre: Action, Crime, Assassins, Angst]

Main Characters: OCs, Kang Daniel, Park Jihoon, Ong Seongwoo, Yoon Jisung, the other members

Where you can find it: AFF and Wattpad

AFF Subscriber Count: 95

Excerpt from Chapter 2: Don’t Touch Me

ATEEZ Based Works:

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The Art of Being Human: Vol 1 (Ongoing) [Genre: Slice of life, university, crime, romance, angst, drama]

Main Characters: OCs, Park Seonghwa, Choi San, Jung Wooyoung, Jung Yunho, Kang Yeosang, the other members

Where you can find it: Nowhere, I’m like 70% done with it but I’m taking a break from working on it because it’s pretty taxing to write a long one :(

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The Bête Noire (Ongoing) [Genre: Chaebol, crime, romance, angst, drama)

Main Characters: OC, Kang Yeosang, Choi San, Jung Wooyoung

Where you can find it: Also nowhere, I’ve only started brainstorming on it x.x

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Blinded [M]

Pairing: Ong Seongwoo x female reader

Genre: fake dating / angst / romance

Warnings: heartache, lots of it / mature content

Word count: 4168

You blinked a couple of times, wondering if you had heard Seongwoo correctly.

He was waiting for your response, and sighed when you didn’t answer. “Y/N?”

“Did, did I hear you correctly?”

With a simple nod, Seongwoo grinned at you. “Would you date me, please?”

“But, this would be really stupid. No one would believe we’d be dating,” you retorted, blinking back the emotions from receiving his offer not once now, but twice. You were soon shaking your head incredulously. “Mad, you’ve gone mad.”

“I have,” he agreed earnestly, leaning over the bench towards you. It made you slightly apprehensive to be in close proximity after such a request. He then sighed. “But it’s the only way I can get Hanjoo back. I just need to get her sufficiently jealous, and then she’ll come running back, knowing we belong together. Please Y/N, there’s no other girl I can ask this of. Besides, you said you wanted to get the attention of Daniel, and there’s no easier way than showing that you’re capable of being more than a friend, than dating someone in front of him.”

“Ong,” you started, shaking your head at your childhood friend. “We’ve known each other for years. If we were to have hooked up, it would have happened by now.”

“Many friends turn into lovers.” He grinned. “You helped ease my broken heart and I was enamoured that the most beautiful woman was under my nose all this time. It’s plausible, as long as we play all the right cards, Y/N.”

You sighed, he had you there. As much as it made sense, you were hesitant. Fake relationships always had the possibility of turning messy, or worse, falling in love. You stared at the man across from you and cringed. You had never thought he was your kind of attractive once in life. He was just the dorky kid who could fold his ears down that lived next door.

And now he was asking you to be his girlfriend, a fake one of course.

Seongwoo leaned in closer, battering his lashes at you dramatically. “Please help me?”

“Fine.”

Seongwoo cheered before scooting closer to you and you visibly flinched at his body pressing into yours. It wasn’t like he hadn’t ever been this close before, you were good friends after all. But given the situation, it had your eyes nearly bouncing out of your head as his arm came to rest over your shoulders. “Are you mad?! People can see you!”

“Y/N, I want people to see this,” he said matter of factly, shooting you an expectant look. “We’re dating, remember?”

You weren’t certain this was the best idea, but there was little room to turn back now.

Over the next month your relationship was well established within your circles at university. The funniest thing was that no one seemed bothered by it, of course Hanjoo being the exception. Everyone else believed you had actually fallen in love after all this time of being neighbours.

And they should with how much effort you had both put in creating the same stories, choosing what kind of skinship to exhibit and how fast the relationship was progressing. At first you had been hesitant to listen to Seongwoo about the physical aspects needed to make this look real. You hadn’t ever thought of being with him, and now he was expecting you to kiss him? It was all too much and he had spent an entire week convincing you, even suggesting you schedule in a practice night, where you both did just that. Now you were a pro at reaching for his lips, feeling the softness of them in every kiss.

You didn’t want to admit that it was kind of a perk.

And your little plan was working. Hanjoo was worked up watching you until she’d had enough, either ignoring you both and making it entirely obvious that she wasn’t happy about your relationship, or approaching Seongwoo when you weren’t at his side, smiling up at him and touching his lower arm. You were hopeful this would all be over soon and you could move on with Daniel.

You had been spending a lot of time with Seongwoo’s other friend, partially because Seongwoo would purposely invite Daniel out with you to group events, and because you were taking the same English paper this semester. It was easy to talk to him now, and you honestly believed it was because of the confidence you felt from pulling off this fake relationship so well. It had given you the momentum to express yourself a little more than the reserved girl who sat in the shadows before.

You had to admit, Seongwoo was helping you a lot these days.

After another two months of fake dating, Hanjoo was back to messaging Seongwoo daily. And whenever she saw him on campus, she was no longer afraid to approach you both, her niceties making you feel irked every time, especially when her hand reached to touch Seongwoo. In the past it hadn’t bothered you at all, but then again that was back before the make out sessions had begun.

You weren’t exactly sure when things started to change for you. Perhaps it was when Seongwoo bought you a novel you had been wanting for awhile, or when he told you how much your glasses really made your eyes the most captivating pair he’d ever seen. And then when you’d be lazing around at his house planning what to do next, touching and kissing just seemed natural now. Neither of you questioned it but you really should have.

When he first really kissed you, pinning you to his bed and unleashing pent up passion from obviously not getting enough lately, you had been stunned, appreciative and welcoming of such attention. No one had ever kissed you like that, and when he did it again, you didn’t hesitate to meet his fevered kisses with your own. Soon it was you initiating them, and he was just as obliging. You had crossed the lines of this fake relationship with very real progression.

So it made sense you didn’t like Hanjoo touching him now. He was yours; you had been dating Seongwoo for the past three months. Except you knew deep down, Seongwoo was still invested in her. He would always exclaim when she’d like his social media posts, or tell you about how she had yanked him into an empty classroom to talk. He didn’t seem to catch the fall in your expression, or the hurt in your eyes the longer he gushed about these meetings.

And you were too dumbfounded to tell him how much it hurt to hear such things. After all, in his eyes you were both only faking this. You wondered how he was able to do such a good job at separating the feelings, because you weren’t anymore.

It’s why you decided to break up.

“What did you just say?” Seongwoo asked softly, dropping the phone he had been smiling down at. His dark eyes grew wide and he shook his head rapidly. “No, we can’t break up! I don’t want to!”

“Seongwoo, we’ve been at this for over three months now. You clearly have Hanjoo’s interest; just tell her you couldn’t handle being with me anymore when you still love her.”

It hurt to say it and your heart was breaking, but you knew if you didn’t separate yourself now from all of this, it would hurt too much later on.

“No, I can’t leave you yet!” He was up off your bed now, running a frazzled hand through his hair. “I can’t leave you.”

“This is fake, Seongwoo,” you reminded him and he blinked a couple of times at your reiteration of your agreement, which fuelled some stupid sense of optimism in the pit of your stomach. You really didn’t need to be reading his expression right now in hopes you could be just like every movie out there that started with a fake relationship and fall endlessly in love. This wasn’t a fictional world, it was real life. Nothing was ever that simple for you.

“Y/N, we need to continue. We can’t be over yet.”

“Why not? I’m done pretending to be yours, when I could actually be in a loving relationship right now, Ong.”

His eyebrow hitched up then, and he jumped back on the bed, his lips hovering around yours. “What’s not loving about what we have, hm?”

“You’re kidding, right?!”

He shook his head and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. Pulling back, he smirked at how flustered you appeared. “I’m pretty sure you’ve been enjoying this as much as I have been.”

He had you there, and he knew it. More kisses followed the first, and soon you were underneath him, his hands slipping under your shirt and running over the skin just under your bra. He was too good at this, and your mind was swimming with desire. Finally he pulled back, panting a little and brushed the hair out of your face. “One more month, then I promise if Hanjoo and I still aren’t together then, we’ll break up and I’ll let you date someone properly. Who knows maybe we’ll fall in love and not need anyone else either?”

You had been stupid to believe that line, kissing him back and accepting his deal far too easily.

A month went by, and then another, and soon you were up to your sixth month together. Somehow Seongwoo had you addicted to his promises, none of them coming true but each time you’d believe the next one would be, and he’d finally set you free. You had lost all willpower of your own to say it was done and dusted, you were too in love with him now. Everything about him suited you. He let you have your alone time when you needed it, or would smother you in kisses and cuddles when you were particularly needy. Your dates were more complex, now attending things together that you wouldn’t have as a fake lover. And you knew him so well that whenever things were hard for him with school you could appease him, making him laugh again in an instant. You were long gone down this rabbit hole and there was no exit in sight, because he had you completely captivated. And it was because you both worked so well together.

You had hoped that because you had lasted so long, Hanjoo’s attention would wane. If Seongwoo wasn’t ready to give up yet, then perhaps the other party involved would, and you all but were personally at her side encouraging this. Once she moved on for good, Seongwoo would only have you, and realise his saying all those months ago of having the best woman all along would come true.

It was juvenile, but you were desperate to keep him as yours. You had long forgotten your crush on Daniel, Seongwoo’s lips and sweet nothings blinding you to any other guy out there. He was your everything, and you couldn’t believe you had wasted so many years just being his friend. You yearned to have come first, to have taken his heart long before Hanjoo had.

And with the graces of God, there was a fleeting moment when you actually tasted this. Hanjoo had agreed to a date with an older man, sending Seongwoo’s temper through the roof and your elation just as high. She was finally moving on.

Of course this meant Seongwoo was needier, but your lips were up for the job, and he seemed to settle with your avid attention. For two weeks, you felt the transition into this being just you and him for the first time. He was more attentive to you, wanting to be with you all the time, and even sleeping over a couple of times.

But it was short lived when you went to the party your year was hosting on campus. Hanjoo had come with her new beau, and was not holding back in showering him in affections, Seongwoo downing shot after shot until his neck was red and you could tell he was drunk. You hadn’t drunk as much, but you still felt the affect of the alcohol in your body, stumbling a little as you helped Seongwoo back to his home.

“I don’t want to be alone tonight, Y/N,” he murmured as you went to leave after placing him on his bed and you hesitated, you could see the lust in his eyes forming as he looked at you from under his drooping eyelids. He licked at his lips. “God you’re gorgeous, you know that? I’m glad we started this, because I never knew you were this beautiful back then.”

“That’s the alcohol talking,” you confirmed and he shook his head, reaching for the lower part of your thigh as you stood beside him and ran his hand up and down your bare leg.

“No, I’ve known this for awhile. Fuck, why are you messing around with me, I don’t deserve you, Y/N. You’re so gorgeous.”

“Okay, I’m going before we do something we end up regretting.”

He sat up then, gazing up at you with such intensity it erupted flutters into your stomach. “What if we don’t regret it? What if I want you more than anything right now? No, I’ve wanted this for months now. I just didn’t want to hurt you, but now I know, I want to love you.”

“L-love?” It wasn’t uncommon in company for Seongwoo to say he loved you; it was all part of the act. But behind closed doors he had no need to. And with the look in his eyes right now, you believed he meant it.

You were in his arms in an instant then, kissing him with such demand that it knocked him back down on his bed, his hands finding the hem of your dress and started yanking it up. You helped him by removing it and finished unbuttoning his shirt, leaving a trail of kisses all over his upper chest. This had him groaning and grinding up into you, his hands on his belt buckle and shedding himself of his clothing altogether, whilst your bra and panties soon joined them.

He eyed you for a moment and you held your breath, the way he looked at you made you feel on fire. He shook his head softly, smiling seductively a moment later. “This was under all those clothes? Jesus Y/N.”

“Please tell me you have protection,” you breathed and he fumbled in the drawer of his nightstand, producing a foiled package and grinning up at you.

It wasn’t long until he was entering you, neither of you having the patience to wait any longer to be completely together. Your moans elicited his groans, and soon you were both panting from the exertion of your love making, his hands exploring every inch of you as you rode him into ecstasy. When you collapsed on top of him, Seongwoo kissed the top of your head, bringing you closer to him. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Seongwoo.”

You felt euphoric for the next two weeks, several other love making sessions happening to further cement your good mood. But it was stolen from you far too quickly, the moment Hanjoo turned up on Seongwoo’s doorstep. You had been over studying with him when he swore at a message he received on his phone, his eyes darting around the room in haste.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hanjoo’s here!”

“So tell her to leave?” you replied, watching him carefully. He hadn’t mentioned her once since you had uttered those three magical words to each other, and Seongwoo had honestly seemed free from the traps of his old flame. It made no sense to you as to why he was acting like this anymore.

He glanced distractedly at you and then his eyes widened. “You need to not be here!”

“I’m your girlfriend, I have every right to be here, Ong Seongwoo.”

“Please, just let me deal with this and then I’ll come to yours and we’ll be fine. I need to end this, once and for all.”

“You’re really going to?” He nodded and you got up, grabbing your things, stretching up to kiss him.

“I won’t be long,” he urged and you nodded, heading out the back door of his family home and going over to your own.

An hour went by and you tried not to watch from the window that faced his to see what was going on. Another two and you could see the light was still on in his room, and people moving in there. You were growing tired and a little frustrated. He wasn’t answering your texts, and soon the light went out.

You stood there wondering what that meant. Was he ushering her outside and then coming over? You waited like a fool for another twenty minutes and then it dawned on you.

He wasn’t coming.

The tumultuous end to your love was bitter. It was cruel and you were at fault for believing him. You knew when Seongwoo turned up on your doorstep the next day he hadn’t slept alone. You could see it in his eyes, the guilt he held for what sinful acts he had gotten up to. You slammed the door shut in his face, not wanting to hear what excuse he could give you. There wasn’t anything that would ease your heart from it.

As you struggled with the forgotten chapter of your own love story, Hanjoo and Seongwoo soon were picking back up where they left theirs. It wasn’t as open as your own relationship had appeared to others, but you knew him so well know that you could tell. The way Seongwoo looked at her was the way you had looked at him, and when they first kissed on campus it was when your world truly broke. You wanted to quit and move to another country. You were ashamed, feeling completely used and destroyed by someone who you had trusted far too easily. You decided you didn’t know Seongwoo at all.

If you hadn’t of been so blind, you would have seen the signs more easily. The way he never gave Hanjoo up. The way he was still checking in on her months after their break-up. The fact that their connection had never ended even though there was no physical signs. It was all there and you had been a stupid fool to think you could sway him to think of you the way he did Park Hanjoo.

The year ended and you took a semester off, unable to cope with seeing them in your face smiling whilst you were crying on the inside. Then you started looking at other universities, convincing your parents you were being bullied and wanted a new start. They believed it and you were soon packing up to leave the only home you had known.

It was too close to Seongwoo’s and you couldn’t cope living so near to the person you allowed to break you.

You were outside throwing trash in the bin, hesitating over the things you had been given by Seongwoo. They had been in a box under your bed all this time, and clearing out your room meant taking out what you didn’t need anymore. When you returned from university you hoped to start a new life and keeping this wouldn’t help you at all.

You felt eyes on you after awhile and glanced up, letting your hardening gaze drop immediately. Seongwoo hadn’t really spoken to you since the first week of his apparent getting back with Hanjoo, and you never let him get more than a few words in before you were running away from him. Soon he gave up altogether. It was easier for you both to just avoid each other. You willed for him to go away, there was no need to change the routine of life now.

“Hey, uh, I heard you’re changing schools?”

You didn’t answer him, too preoccupied on breathing properly and not letting the tears fall from your eyes like they wanted to. Seongwoo sighed heavily and you could see out of your peripheral that he was moving his hands about awkwardly. “We should have never done what we did. I’m sorry I asked you to be my girlfriend, and-”

You dumped the box of stuff quickly into the trash, glaring up at Seongwoo a moment later. “It’s too late to apologise. But don’t worry; it was my fault for being an idiot who believed your lies.”

“I wasn’t lying, Y/N. I really wasn’t. I fucked up, and I fell for you too.”

“Just not enough,” you concluded and he didn’t respond.

“I miss you.”

“You have no right to. We’re not friends, we’re nothing now.”

It hurt you both to hear that, and you knew it.

“Right, nothing. Of course. Y/N, I hope your new school treats you well.”

“Don’t worry; I won’t have anyone to convince me to date them there.”

“Can you stop being bitter for just a-”

“I can’t,” you admitted, letting the tears fall. “Seongwoo, it’s best that you just focus on what you have. I need to leave before I don’t have anything left.”

“What does that even mean?!” he exclaimed, his own emotions rising. “Listen, Y/N-”

“I’m leaving now. I hope if we ever cross paths in the future, you look the other way. Goodbye Ong Seongwoo.”

You could hear his crying behind you as you walked away, and your own overwhelmed you as soon as you shut the door, sinking down to the ground and wishing you never would see him again.

Of course your parents living side by side meant your wish was never fully granted. And you had done well enough to make sure you wouldn’t visit on holidays when you knew Seongwoo would be home. You had been alerted from social media updates from mutual friends that Seongwoo and Hanjoo hadn’t lasted long after you left, Seongwoo getting a taste of what betrayal felt like. It didn’t bring you any comfort though, it hurt to be the receiver of such pain, and even if you hated him for what he did to you, it didn’t mean you wanted him to suffer. Even after trying to deal with your feelings, you had once loved him endlessly. It would be wrong to want him to feel pain you had.

But it didn’t mean you wanted to run into his arms either. There was a small part of you that wouldn’t mind it, but you weren’t that feeble girl you once were. You had gained a degree, further life experiences, and wisdom over the past few years. Running back to Seongwoo would destroy how hard you had worked. You couldn’t trust in him to hold onto you anyway.

It was hard though. The times you did cross paths weren’t as awkward as you wanted them to remain. Sometimes you’d even share a smile or two. And once you even rode the subway side by side after work. But it never went further than that, both of you far too hesitant to spiral away from whatever was building between you.

It couldn’t be allowed to go any further than this, but you didn’t want it to go back to nothing either. It was a horrible limbo, one that sometimes kept you up at night, much like the distant memories of how his kisses tasted or they way he spoke lovingly into your ear.

Love was complicated and you craved it, but after the heartache you endured you couldn’t reach for it. And so whilst everyone else married around you, your relationship status remained single. It annoyed your family, but your level of trust in love was gone.

Sometimes you liked to imagine what it would be like if you had still remained together. You’d envision the bobbing of little heads running around your home and maybe a dog playing with them too. A kiss on your forehead as he arrived home from work and lots of laughter. Putting the kids to bed together and then curling up in each other until exhaustion hit and a new day would arrive. It was torturous, but you enjoyed these images far too much.

Some days you were certain you saw a similar gaze in Seongwoo’s that made you know he thought about it too. You never did anything about it though, the fear of it being another fake world tearing down any hope you had conjured up momentarily.

Maybe one day you’d find the courage to step forward. You hoped it would be with someone else. But you knew your heart craved him, and whenever you closed your eyes to sleep it was always Seongwoo who greeted you there. At least in your dreams he loved you as much as you did him.

Dreams were all you could have.  

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Wanna One Masterlist

♡ - fluff | ☽ - angst | ✯ - recommended | ✓ - completed series

Updated 12/28/18 

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Wanna One

Yoon Jisung

part-timer!Jisung (bullet-scenario) ♡

➸ Synopsis: A Christmas romance sparks between you and the cute, bubbly part-timer in your local grocery store.

Hwang Minhyun

teacher!Minhyun (bullet-scenario) ♡ ✯

➸ Synopsis: A story between you and your ridiculously young college professor.

Jar of Red (bullet-scenario) ☽

➸ Synopsis: Y/N, the biggest and longest fansite of N.O’s Minhyun, suffers from hanahaki disease due to his overly kind and compassionate actions.

Ong Seongwoo

Problematic Skis ♡

➸ Synopsis: A friendly snowboarder decides to help you out when you’re left stranded, by your brother, at the top of the ski zone.

Kim Jaehwan

The Holiday Ghost (bullet-scenario) ♡ ☽

➸ Synopsis: The ghost lurking around your streets turns out to be a friendly guitarist that’s stuck on earth because of an unknown force keeping him from leaving and entering the afterworld. But, what does this have to do with you?

Kang Daniel

barista!kang daniel (bullet-scenario) ♡

➸ Synopsis: The high school nuisance becomes your co-worker.

Park Woojin

badboy!Woojin (bullet-scenario) ♡ ☽ ✯

➸ Synopsis: A single dare leads you to angering the school’s quiet, mysterious badboy and a near death experience.

Bae Jinyoung

Regret ft.Ong Seongwoo ♡ ☽ ✯

➸ Synopsis: Getting hung up with your crush leads you to really understand how important your best friend is in your life.

Shy Guy ♡

➸ Synopsis: The shy, but handsome Bae Jinyoung’s seat is changed next to yours, leaving you in a stressed state because how the heck were you supposed to talk to this guy?

Holiday Studies (bullet-scenario) ♡

➸ Synopsis: Your usual study session with the strict tutor Bae Jinyoung is turned into a small little date that has you wondering if Christmas really is a time for miracles.

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Pity Intro & Characters

᎒ pairing: seongwoo x reader ᎒

᎒ genre: romance, high school!AU ᎒

᎒ ☻A ♡F ᎒ ☆ ☓ - mini-series ᎒

᎒ Summary ᎒ Soomin is just another top student in Seoul, South Korea basing her life on studying and being quiet. While on the other hand Seongwu is the loud popular kid who doesn't do his work and is the class clown but not when it comes to Chungha or others call her Noona<3. This story focuses on the relationship that blooms out of pity. Will they fall in love or will they end up broken hearted and humiliated? ᎒

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‘Ong Seongwu as Seongwu’

➺ known for being one of the most popular handsome guys at school

➺ not a top student but is actually really smart and artistic.

➺ loud,talks to everyone and kind of a groupie.

‘You as Park Soomin (OC)’

➺ known for being Noona<3 ugly cousin aka ugly Soomin

➺ top in her class, well top in the whole school

➺ quiet, never talks to anyone except Choi Yoojung, kind of a loner

‘Kim Chungha as Noona <3’

➺ most popular girl at the school, considered very pretty.

➺ a good student but no one talks about that, they only care about her beauty

➺ popular, only talks to her friend group and is very friendly

‘Kang Daniel as Daniel’

➺ known for being the leader of the trio

➺ one of the worst students in the school

➺ trouble maker, only talks to the trio

‘Jeon Somi as Somi’

➺ known for being the influence in the trio

➺ one of the worst students

➺ troublemaker, only talks to the trio but is social with others

‘Kim Sejeong as Sejeong’

➺ known for being the follower of the trio

➺  a good student but appears as a bad student cause of the trio

➺ quiet, used to be friends until somi took her under her wing, only talks to trio

‘Choi Yoojung as Yoojung’

➺ known for not caring what others have to say about her

➺ one of the top students alongside Soomin

➺ social, is Soomin only friend, is social with those who respect her

‘Park Woojin as Woojin’

➺ known for being best friends with Ong Seongwu

➺ is secretly a top student but no one pays attention to where his name lands

➺ popular, talks only to his friend group

‘Kang Mina as Mina’

➺ known for being Noona <3 best friend

➺ top student in her grade

➺ popular, is friendly with those who are kind to her back

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¡WARNING! This story may mention sensitive topics such as: mental illness, drug abuse, & violence! continue with cautious. if you do not feel comfortable reading this, please find a new story! <3

This is a fictional story, any events, places, settings, names, characters, incidents (etc) are writers imaginations!

This story may also contain strong and offensive language!

OC definition: OC stands for “original character”. Simply a character someone made up (usually by the writer).

You can always imagine OC character as yourself !

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(all i want to get it) a little bit closer. (35916  words) by junfhongs Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: NU’EST, Wanna One, Produce 101 (TV) Rating: E Relationships: Hwang Minhyun/Kim Jonghyun (JR)/Ong Seongwu, Hwang Minhyun/Kim Jonghyun (JR), Hwang Minhyun/Ong Seongwu, Kim Jonghyun (JR)/Ong Seongwu Characters: Hwang Minhyun, Kim Jonghyun (JR), Ong Seongwu, NU’EST ensemble Genre: Romance, Angst, Fluff, Drama AU: College/University, Roommates, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dymanics, Polyamory, Friends to Lovers Summary:

abo!au. a look into the disaster of Jonghyun and Minhyun's attempt at cohabitation with a stranger.